Posted on 01/01/2015 1:07:49 PM PST by the scotsman
And, just think, this guy was the editor for the British Medical Journal. Just wow. The level of ignorance right there is astounding.
Sarah Barracuda & Husky Ed -
SandwicheGuy’s post sounds like something that would’ve fit perfectly in Aldous Huxley’s novel, “Brave New World,” doesn’t it? Frightening.
As you know, there IS dignity in fighting. My father fought to his last breath. The toughest part was fighting the doctors and nurses who wanted him to give in, just to make everything more convenient for themselves. One of the last things I told my father before he passed was that he was my hero, the strongest person I’ve ever known. Many of us here are survivors ourselves now, too. No one promised that life would be easy!
I watched my mother die of pancreatic cancer over the course of 18 months. Shortly after that I watched one of her best friends die of bone cancer. About a year after that I watched another family member die of esophageal cancer. I’m entitled to an opinion on the subject of cancer thank you very much.
Oh I feel so much better now!
(rolling eyes)
Pinging the Grand Inquisitor.
This A-hole made it personal with his “death-to-useless-eaters” crap. Sarah is a fine lady, and it infuriates me to see her painful memories of her father’s death used against her, to advance the death culture.
Please rip this one to shreds.
This sounds like a brochure from one of the Obamacare death panels.
It is understandable why you made that decision you did as you only had one chance to get it right, with little if any input and help from the medical professions.
How kind of you to give a person permission to want to stay alive.
I'm going to say this as simply as I can, NOBODY NEEDS A DOCTOR TO TELL THEM IT'S OKAY TO WANT TO LIVE!
I am sure if you had to do it again a hospice with a dignified death would have been your choice.
There's no dignity in dying. People who have dignity in life die and maintain their dignity, people who don't have dignity die without it; death itself doesn't convey dignity to a person.
You are simply repeating the culture of death's lies.
I say this with the greatest compassion and empathy,
Kervorkian knew how to smile and sound sincere too.
Fighting for every breath is one way to testify to the sacredness of life.
We have a young lady in our area, Lauren Hill, who is suffering from inoperable brain cancer. She was an excellent basketball player who went on scholarship to a smaller college, but was diagnosed as likely to die by Christmas. Her team, her coach, and her teammates wanted to give her that chance to play. She wanted to play, but she also wanted to strike a blow against brain cancer for future generations, even though she would not be here. She did get to play. She even scored a couple of times, even though she says we can experience her physical ability if we disorient ourselves by spinning around until dizzy and them making a move for the basket.
She was featured in print and other media, and her goal of reaching a million dollars for brain cancer research has been reached.
I can’t find the quote right now, but I read her saying the other day that her going on to the end sends a message. My memory says her point had to do with treasuring family, love, interests. Her decision was contrasted with the girl named Brittney who recently opted for suicide.
One chooses to fight. Another chooses to surrender.
Which sends the better message? I have no doubt. Fight.
‘Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’
What a wonderful story, xzins. Lauren Hill is an inspiration.
You are reading from the pamphlet from a death panel, aren’t you?
Yeah, I know this is a late reply, but I can tell just from this expert that this man is either an idiot or a giant d*ck.
My neighbor died early last year from multiple myeloma. Considering what that cancer does to your bones, I would expect that his last months were spent in excruciating pain. Such a condition IS hard on the family, at least as hard as a sudden death, I presume.
I certainly know that my cancer was hard my family in some ways.
This editor is truly stuck on stupid.
I had an uncle who died from ALS, another long-term illness like cancer. I doubt that my aunt and cousin would answer “no” if I asked if they would prefer that he would have died suddenly of a massive heart attack.
Combined PING! and DANG!
I know I wouldn’t.
That's how Dad and his sister surmised my grandfather went. He seemed in good spirits the last time I saw him, but he couldn't walk far without having to rest, and knowing what I know now, I guess he was in serious pain.
I hope for the best for him.
Hey, can you add me to your ping list? Thanks.
Absolutely.
“(Peace through Superior Firepower. . . .)”
Yours or theirs? (the angry spouses)
Thanks!
That’s the one I’m hoping for as long as they’re redheads anyway.
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