I vary between puzzlement, sadness, and disgust at the way Terry Schiavo is treated by her husband. I am puzzled at how long he can pursue his single-minded goal. I am saddened at the ways in which the medical and legal system have been used to further the goals of one party in this case.
And I am disgusted at the resolution of this decade-long struggle.
Someone said something to the effect that now she can die with dignity. Slowly starving to death does not strike me as being a particularly dignified way to die.