When my mother was on life support, I was told that her brain was dead. Doctors spoke in final terms and made it sound as though the only option was to pull the plug. Yet everything in me resisted. I could see her heart still beating. I could feel the warmth in her skin. I even saw her fingers move, but they dismissed it as nothing more than a muscle response. I did not believe she was truly brain dead. What I came to understand, though, was that her lungs were too damaged and her body could not keep going forever. Letting her go was the hardest choice I have ever faced, but it also left me with questions that never stopped echoing. That experience pushed me to look deeper into what brain death really means and whether it is true at all.
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