Michael Wolff wrote an incredibly honest essay over the summer about his mother’s last years in hospital beds, and having to endure endless sessions with doctors where no one was willing to confront the elephant in the room: his mother was a vegetable. Hers was a life worth ending. It’s a personal story I expect we’ll be hearing more frequently, as the rate at which we develop technologies to lengthen life outpaces the development of the corresponding ethics / norms / expectations within families and the healthcare system. Worth reading.