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He isn’t suffering right now,
he’s sedated.
But with the treatments, he’ll start to suffer again.
Tommy’s body is weakened.
The side effects could be...
more grave than usual.
I don’t want him to suffer anymore…
I just want…
not even know what would be the right thing to do.
I’ll be frank with you.
In the stadium to which your son’s illness has progressed
there is a high probability that the therapy won’t help at all.
What would you do?
I can only inform you about the pros and cons of the therapy.
No, I don’t want a medical opinion.
You… as a mother, what would you do?
I would want to see him laugh as much as possible.
Cristiana, could you come with me for a moment, please?
Are you trying to convince that woman to stop her son’s therapy?
I am just telling her the truth.
That the therapy could have no effect at all.
Exactly, but it could have one.
A child’s life is hinged on this possibility.
The chances of him recovering are very slim.
You know that, Marina…
and his mother has to know that, as well.
Yes, but however slim…
isn’t a chance enough for you?
No.
And if it were your child in that bed?
Wouldn’t you do anything,
wouldn’t you try the impossible?
My son has been in that bed.
And I have tried everything,
and I have fought tremendously.
But he died.
He died just the same.
Cristiana…
I’m sorry. I didn’t know.
You couldn’t know
Nobody did,
except for Riccardo…
and now you.
How old was he?
Three.
Chronic lymph leukemia.
That’s when I understood that there is a limit to everything.
To medicine,
and to the amount of pain a human being can bear.
I can imagine how much that has to have been…
No.
That cannot be imagined.
Shall we go?