It is a film about ignorance, about the paranoia that can be developed by people because of an unsafe health system, and about how bad decisions, based on distrust, can be taken.
For Love with Best Intentions you can kill your dearest without even realizing. Who’s guilty? No one, it seems, because you only meant good, and the physicians are more than kind when the patient is a family friend, but sometimes over-care can be as harmful as futility. The story should pose us the question: "How many times did we mean good, and did wrong instead?
How many times did we become impetuous, and did good wading through slaughter?"