Jimmy's off the ventilator, but still very sedated.  He tries to talk to us but it's garbled and most of it we can't understand. He's not a happy camper and wants to get out of here. So do I.

I guess it's human nature to long for clarity, to want there to be right and wrong answers for everything, but this is real life and not a game of Jeopardy.  If I had chosen to not have Jimmy intubated, he would have died, and I would have questioned that decision for the rest of my life.  So for the decision I made, there's no right or wrong, there's no black or white; for better or for worse, it's all about something in between .