Judy protests as she’s slid into the ambulance, standing in the dark, waiting to move her from the suburban hospital to the big downtown teaching hospital Toronto General Hospital. This is all too much drama for her, but Dr. Jeejeebhoy awaits her, with his promise of life. She wants to live so much. Yet she’s a mess of morphine-induced hallucinations, raging infections, and starved muscles and skin. How will she survive all that? Her husband Cliff watches the big hospital’s machinery go into action and worries.
