It just occurred to me...
Lets for a second ponder the "she's there" side of the story.
You are there.
In fact, you are her.
You breath, and you sleep, and you awake, and your eyes open, and you see your family in the room.
But you cannot move. Your facial muscles stretch themselves into a hideous grin. Your hands are seized.
These people speak to you, but you cannot speak back.
Like clockwork, strangers will come in, pry your legs open and take care of your gynecological needs...
You're lying there. Unable to move. Unable to speak.
"I'm HERE" you scream. In your mind.
Because you are seized up. And they are not telepathic.
One year passes like this. Then another. Then another and another.
In that bed... watching. Unable to do anything. Just lying there.
Frozen.
Another year passes.
Then another.
It does not dawn on you that you will have to spend yet another ten years like this.
Aware, but unable to speak. Unable to move. You just lie there. Every day... Three hundred and sixty-five days.... with another 9 more of these years to go.
But that's what happens.
You have been lying there, for 6 years, watching. These days of insane boredom are intermittently broken up by every one of your teeth getting pulled out due to decay. But, at least that's something different.
By this point, it is far worse than any Vietnamese torture. You go insane. You have been lying here for 9 years, watching...
Little do you know that you have another 6 years left of this.
Until your husband finally breaks through all the legal restraints and everyone says "enough is enough."
So........................... ...
To those (Tweety?) who are getting all worked up about the outcome... it's because you see a glimmer of consciousness inside of her.
If she does indeed possess that consciousness... Then this truly has been a living hell.
You really wanna prolong it? For her?