I recently read a story by a woman who said that as a girl she was poor. She said, “I grew up in a cold water flat, but I married a man who had money. And he took me up to a place where I had flowers, and I had gardens, and I had grass. It was wonderful. And we had children.
“Then suddenly I became physically sick. I went to the hospital, and the doctors ran all sorts of tests. One night the doctor came into my room, and with a long look on his face, said, ‘I'm sorry to tell you this. Your liver has stopped working.'
“I said, ‘Doctor, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Are you telling me that I am dying?' And he said, ‘I, I can't tell you any more than that. Your liver has stopped working. We've done everything we can to start it.' And he walked out.

