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Mr MW74 is in a situation at the moment where his terminally ill grandmother is in hospital on the highest levels of morphine possible. She has had stomach cancer for 10 years. Yes, that's right, ten years. She is 85 years of age. She refused chemo because like so many (my mother included) she belived the chemo would be the end of her, not the cancer.


So.She is in so much pain. She had no idea where she is.


Mr MW74 has read these posts and has been touched by Bookworm's post. He whole heartidly feels that if somehow he could have some involvment of decision as to 'what next' he would chose to kiss his grandmother on the cheek, tell her he loves her, and let her go.


She is begging to dye. Begging.


So what you do. Don't give me the bullsh*t that the Lord decides when we go and to end our life before 'he' does, is wrong. I do not follow any religion.


We decide when we create and then bring a life into this world. No doctor or religious leader tells us when to copulate and thus give birth. Why then, should they have the right to govern and tell us what to do in our last stages in life?


Mr MW74's grandmother still has the sharpness of the mind but her body has died. If SHE wants to go, why can't she?

Annaj dearest,

It is your hypersensitivity that collared the rock band leader, puffing up his own group.

It is a very useful talent to have, and one I have mentioned and admired in the past.

It should be nurtured because one day I will need that talent of yours, to curtail the ribald humour that is just too near the knuckle.

Your 'weakness' is forgiven in full measure dear lady, although perhaps some of us believe it to be a strength. ;-)

I have spent many years supplying ventilators to the medical profession. They were supplied for home use and the patients spouse was the first line of defence.


I was at such a couple where he had motor-neurones (which is a horrible creeping desease which slowly strangles you more or less in around a year or two) and she had to move him from one bed to a different bed 6 feet away. It took about 35 minutes, using a device with a sling and winch to achieve, as he had no movement in any limb and even used an electronic amplifier to hear him speak. He had had this disease for almost ten years which was the longest surviving patient in this country.


His wife was under tremendous pressure trying to remain sane coping with a total invalid, and having to leave him to get shopping was another problem if her neighbour was not available.


I thought then what would I want in the same circumstances, I cannot possibly imagine as I am not in his shoes but right now I feel if I can't shag, then let me go like Jah, in a morphine haze flying over hedgerows like a bird.


A simple living will;-)

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