To the Editor.—

It now has been nearly 15 years since Andrew Stinson was first admitted to the Intensive Care Nursery where I was working as a second year resident. Andrew was an 800-g premie, whose subsequent complicated course and eventual demise would not sound unfamiliar to anyone who has worked in an intensive care nursery. What made Andrew different was his family. While not medically sophisticated, they were well-educated people with very definite ideas about what they did or did not want done for their infant.

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