I have a brother who was a tall, handsome, father of three who became a quadplegic, and then got sick.. after a few years of being a quad, years in hospitals.. getting sick, and then his getting sick, and the hospital wing he was on had some outbreak.. we had wear pobes, gloves, heats, masks, booties to see him,, for months.. and they paralysed him, so he couldn't move.. so it was like talking to a dead man.. he had so many machines hooked up to him.. it got to me. Where was my big handosme brother and what was this broken needy human that replaced him? And I told a doctor one day that they were just keeping him alive to profit off his body.. I was pissed and tired.. and thought really, he would be better off dead.
Twenty years later.. he owns a cincession stand at a river rafting spot, where he is very popular, has many beautiful girlfriends, has many friends and is well liked.. his life is better than many who are able bodied. Si, I was wrong 20 years ago.
As for Terri.. she was LOVED by her family (that LOVE is what kept my brother alive) So to me, as long as there is LOVE, let their be life.