Powerful, honest account of how a loving daughter was panicked into the grey area of end of life care against her father's wishes.

A $323k bill for treatments that seemed to prolong his agony.

I really feel for this woman:

"I was adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions. Even if we saved him, dementia would continue its march. Some other illness, at some later time, would claim him. But he deserved a chance. And in the hospital I felt secure, no longer terrified and helpless. Diagnosis and cure: That's the fuel that drives the clinical engines of places like Stanford. This was a man who gave me life. Who was I to summon his death?"