A Righteously Acceptable Death
Rushing towards room 45A, nurses make their way through the busy halls with medical carts swerving at every corner. With shoes squeaking, people’s screams echoing throughout the hospital, and phones ringing, doctors block out all this commotion and desperately hurry to make it on time. Inside the room, worried faces surround the unconscious patient with sweat and tears coming down like an endless waterfall. Twenty-seven sets of chest compressions are performed, three bags of IV fluid are injected, and millions of tubes are placed all over the patient’s body, and yet there’s no sign of recovery. After several weeks of repeating the same, suspenseful process, the ALS (Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis) individual’s mind, body, and soul gradually changes to one of helplessness, sorrow, and…