In this reported personal essay, Michael Wolff writes about watching his mother “dwindle” painfully between life and death — not well enough to live on her own in her final years, without tremendous intervention from her family and doctors, but not sick enough to just quickly die. He makes a convincing case against the medical establishment’s practice of keeping the dying alive long past such time as they are able to thrive on their own, leading to excruciating slow deaths that deplete families and tax payers.