I am pretty certain that maple syrup is maple syrup. The trees don’t become more sugary at the border. 
If there is truly no hope of recovery, and significant brain damage, pull my plug. I am only one person and even though my family would miss me, i do not want anybody to go to that much effort.
And i have already signed up to be an organ donor.
Having nursed my mother through eight years of a terminal illness and having helped my mother nurse her mother through three years of same…I have become a big believer in the quality of life being more important than the quantity of life. That extends to any number of ‘choice’ issues for me, including and particularly this one.
I’m not opposed to doctors trying to save my life using whatever means necessary – IF I am going to be myself at the other end of it. I certainly do not want to die; I appreciate every healthy moment I have and I have many roads I wish to travel before I take the journey to the next life. I’d rather die cleanly, however, than lose my mind or enough of my body function to where I could never be independent again. That, to me, is worse than death.
As far as costs go, money is the very least of the drains that such extended ‘plug-in’s’ place upon the family. It’s not the financial cost that tears the family up – it’s the emotional one. I believe it would be selfish of me, knowing from first hand experience how such situations would affect my husband, to linger or even to wish to come out if the essential ‘me’ was going to be lost. There simply is no worse torture in this world than being forced to watch someone you love die painfully and slowly, unless it is to watch someone you love become a mindless shell thanks to injuries, mind-zonking pain drugs, or what have you.
Mind you, I am not saying anyone who does not believe as I do is selfish – my beliefs apply only to myself. I respect the wishes of others in that regard. I, however, want to live…not just exist. Big difference between the two.
However, be all that as it may, my wishes and Living Will in the State of Texas (aka the rancid pit of the nation), will not be respected if I am pregnant. According to our wonderfully backward state law, living wills do not apply to the pregnant until after their child is born – whether you want to be plugged in or not, pain or not, recovery or not, whether or not the child’s even going to be reasonably healthy or not, you have to stay plugged until you deliver. How’s that for massive discrimination?
And yes, I’m an organ donor too. Carve me up, burn me, and scatter me well.
My minions have been instructed to keep me alive at all costs. Muwahahah!!
Seriously, that’s not too far from the truth. I’d want to stay on life support until they can figure out some way to fix me, if possible. I mean, I probably won’t know what’s going on at that moment anyhow, so what have I got to lose?
If I die, I die, but as my mother always says, “They may find a way to mend you tomorrow, so why not just stay hooked up?”