Her parents said she said "Taaaaaaaaaaabaaaaa­aaaaaaa" while trying to > say "To be, or not to be: that is the question:> Whether 'tis nobler in mind to suffer > The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,> Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,> And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;> No more; and by a sleep to say we end> The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks> That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consumation> Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;> To Sleep? Perchance to dream! aye there's the rub;> For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,> When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,> Must give us pause: there's the respect> That makes calamity of such long life;> For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,> The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,> The pang's of depised love, the law's delay,> The insolence of office, and the spurns> That patient merit of the unworthy takes,> When he himself might his quietus make> With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,> To grunt and sweat under a weary life,> But that the dread of something after death,> The undiscovered country from whose bourn> No traveler returns, puzzles the will,> And makes us rather bear those ills we have> Than fly to others that we know not of?> Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,> And thus the native hue of resolution> Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,> And enterprises of great pitch and moment> With this regard their currents turn awry> And lose the name of action.">

So obviously she is quite conscious of the events transpiring and > wants her feeding tube reattached.