I am running around in my home office this morning having phone meetings and getting ready to leave for a round of other meetings.
Running in the background is the "Today Show." As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed they were running a segment on a woman who had been in a coma and just as her husband was about to remove the life support (with all of the children there for a last visit) she awoke.
I am happy for this family = they are a young family with lots of children. Life is precious.
Forever there will be times, when those of us who made the decision to remove life supports from our loved one, will question that action. It is the question that eternally returns to haunt one. I know that Tom's brain damage was immense - the MRI showed a massive void from below his right ear to the top of his skull - the very top slice of the MRI had an infarct. It was objective data that I looked at least a dozen times before making that hardest of all decisions.
Even though I had that objective data, I cannot help but wonder for a second this morning - "did I do the right thing?" It is a stab in the heart, an ache in my gut, a little fissure in my soul.