No Exit: The American Way Of Death
January, 1992
In the early morning of December 2, 1972, my father was dying in a hospital room in Washington, D.C. Outside the door to the room were oxygen tanks and cardiovascular resuscitation equipment. He had been in a coma for two days. When we arrived, my mother ordered the nurses to take the technology away...and they did. We then sat, waiting until he died a few mercifully short hours later.He had checked into the hospital for tests a month prior and would never leave: The diagnosis had been acute leu...
