Part of me considers any life saved to be a good thing, considers it a victory of a sort, considers the very fact of death an unfortunate and abhorrent fact of life (oh, what a contradiction!) and applauds any effort to postpone that final moment. Another part of me wonders - not the first attempt to end it, and unable to move or talk. Is this *really* what she wants? Were she able to clearly communicate now, would she thank her carers, or curse them? If it was me, having resolved to cease but fluffed it, how would I feel? I have nothing but the utmost respect for the people who face this (and more) each day; I've talked with one or two suicidal friends in my time, and it's *hard*, and left me messed up for days; I can't imagine it being part of my job. On a lighter note, da book is truly an excellent read - it had me beaming and screaming inside by turns. Well worth the money (and more) even with the contents being freely available in the archives here.