Several doctors in specialty fields observed and tested Shirley. Cardiology, neurology, internal medicine: kidney, liver, and lungs. All vitals were checked. There was mention of insecurity of a small “gray” area on the brain scan, thus being perhaps the reason for the coma, or maybe not; it is hard to know. I and/or our children were in Shirley’s room when we were allowed or were not chased off. We spent many hours in the waiting room and the hospital chapel also. After approximately 2 weeks, we suspected the drugs, and I mentioned this to doctors and nurses. Shirley can get tipsy on a glass of wine. I told them this also. Once, on my prompt, and during Shirley’s quiet time she gave my hand a gentle squeeze. Another time, son Timothy reminded her of his birthday and she formed a faint smile on her lips. We told doctors of this also. When the neurologist entered her room for his 3- to 5-min visit, Shirley would not respond to his squeeze test. He explained away our observations as an involuntary reaction on Shirley’s part or of our seeing what we hoped to see. There were more times of calm, agitation, and calming shots. Towards the end, one nurse told us Shirley was not in pain, but she was administering morphine. We were frustrated and scared. When we learned that Shirley was going to be transferred from ICU to a “room” we became afraid; she had been dependent on a ventilator to breathe, ever since surgery. I asked the heart surgeon to refer her to the Mayo Clinic. For the transfer, I carried with me written notes of our observations and suspicions of a drug-induced coma. Surely at such an institution doctors would consider her being oversedated.