“I was lying there, surrounded by old people,” she said. “I got to know them, see what was happening to them.” She noticed how differently they were treated from her. “I basically had doctors and therapists coming in and working with me all day long, and they would sort of wave at Sadie, the lady in the next bed, on the way out and say, ‘Keep up the good work, hon!’” The message was: This young woman’s life had possibilities. Theirs didn’t.
