You're Not You Page #6

Hello?

Hey. I'm here to see Kate.

- Progress.

- Huh.

- How you doing, Bec?

- Our friend Marilyn died.

Oh. I'm sorry

to hear about that.

I thought Kate should know.

It didn't want to tell her on the phone.

Yeah, of course.

Will you tell her about Marilyn?

I'm not sure that's

the best idea right now.

This is a copy of the letter

that Marilyn's husband

sent all of her friends

when she died.

Kate'll wanna hear it.

"Marilyn called herself

the black Lou Gehrig.

Most of you know

what that means.

But some of Marilyn's younger friends

might appreciate knowing

that Lou Gehrig was a baseball player

for the New York Yankees."

He played in a record 2,130 straight games,

over 17 seasons,

until ALS forced him to retire.

"He bid farewell

to his fans and teammates by saying,

'I consider myself the luckiest man

on the face of the earth.'

What he meant was that although

adversity had weakened his body,

it had strengthened

his connection to those around him.

Sound like anyone you know?"

In Marilyn's final years,

she developed bonds with more

people than I can count.

We were married...

44 wonderful years.

"But we were never closer than

we were during those final four.

So pardon me for saying

that I too feel like

the luckiest man

on the face of the earth."

"In the event I am not

capable of giving consent,

I designate and appoint

the person listed

as my attorney-in-fact

for all healthcare decisions."

Why the hell didn't you say no?

She asked for my help

and I gave it.

How can Evan not have medical

power of attorney? He's her husband.

He's her attorney husband.

She can give it to

whomever she wants.

Did you know about this?

I just got off the phone

with a judge,

and he said that whenever a patient's

health takes a turn for the worse,

changes like this, last-minute changes,

don't usually hold up.

- Then it's settled.

- No, it's not settled.

It's not what Kate wants.

Legally, yes, you're right.

No, she goes

on a ventilator now.

Evan?

Look, I'm sorry, Gwen.

I know that you're upset,

but we have to honor what she wants to do.

We have to honor

what she wants to do.

You heard what the doctor

said, honey.

If she don't do this now,

we may not see her tomorrow.

I know. I know.

I know.

- When did she come in?

- Earlier tonight.

Did they ventilate her?

She didn't want that.

Not yet.

They wanna talk to you first.

Alright.

She left it up to you.

Me?

What did you do?

What've you done?

I told the doctor...

she wants to go home.

And you'll put her

on a ventilator?

- That's not what she wants.

- Don't you tell me what my daughter wants.

How dare you?

She is my daughter.

Ma'am...

Please... don't do this.

Don't take her from us.

I'm not taking her from you.

I'm just taking her home.

I can't do it.

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

I can't sit here

and watch her die.

I love you so much.

She put me in plaid.

What?

If ALS didn't kill me...

plaid would.

Don't...

...come back in here tonight.

Don't call for help.

- Also promise...

- That's a lot of promises.

Find someone...

...who... sees you.

Someone who sees me?

You... let... him...

...see the person I see.

The person you see.

Yeah.

Okay, now you gotta

promise me something.

I'm gonna pay you

a compliment...

...and you just gotta

lay there and take it.

Thanks for the Manolos...

...and for teaching me

how to cook.

But the biggest thing...

...that I have to

thank you for...

...is that you didn't let me

f*** this up.

Because no-one in my life

has ever done that for me.

Go now.

Go on.

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