At 44 I'm glad there is the heart transplant option for me to some extent. At 64, 70 I'm not so sure I would be so thrilled about the option.Quote Originally Posted by DiAnna View Post
I know your entire post makes for a long quote, but I didn't want to butcher it by slicing it up. I, too, am facing my mortality. Like your mother, I'm on oxygen. I've had midnight EMT rides to the ER. I can't walk from room to room without gasping. I'm pretty much housebound except for doctor visits. My husband is quite a bit older than me, and we both know if he goes first I soon won't be able to care for even my most basic needs.
Am I worth $750,000 in nursing home care for the next couple of years? Hell, no, I am not. My problem is that my government does not give me the option of choosing death with dignity. They will charitably allow me to kill myself, although I'd be arrested or committed at taxpayer expense if I fail. But they will not allow my physician to give me the medication to assure a quick, painless, clean death. So I either put a bullet in my brain, forcing someone to wash the resulting gore out of the walls, or I hang myself, tape a plastic bag over my head... you get the picture.
I'm not insulted by the "let granny die" crowd. I'm insulted by the "force granny to gasp for every breath in torment for months until she dies" crowd. There's quite a difference!