Give Me Health Or Give Me Death

When it comes to the years in my life, I definitely choose quality over quantity. I don’t care as much about how many years I live here, just the quality of my health while I’m doing it.

With a ill mother whose been in and out of the hospital for the past 6 months now, it’s definitely got me thinking more about my body and it’s condition. I know what it’s like to be down & be in pain. I had an appendix rupture when I was 23 (I have forgotten alot of life marks, but that’s not one of them) and was down for quite awhile with that, so I’m not ignorant of the hell that a failing body can put you through. I know what it’s like to be in enough pain for long enough, that you don’t care if you die minus any children that you may have. I don’t know that there’s many other, if any – relationships that can give you a will to live like that one.

However if and when my children are grown, if my body fails me to the point of no return, I have no problem in saying that I no longer care to be here. That feeling conflicts with the one that says life is a gift, however, there’s not much life when it comes to suffering every day with some sort of chronic illness. Would we let our animals suffer in the same way? No, but yet we live in a world where to put someone out of their misery is immoral or unthought of. I know, the whole Dr. Kivorkian deal...why is it again that there aren’t more people like him?