Laying in a bed with machines whirring around and beeping, she is quiet now. Her meals come through a tube 3 times a day and she has forgotten her problems. Each time she would have to face reality, it would hurt too much. Now she just lies here in silence except for the machines that surround her. Every time she went a little further out to the edge and now she may not come back. No one knows for sure what she is feeling, but she doesn't talk about it much. She just lays there and gazes into the ceiling at what ever there is to see. Just how high can you really go, I guess we will just have to wait and see?