Just to inject a bit of personal history here...
In August 1996 when my Mom passed away, I made the decision (after talking over the situation and prognosis with my Dad and her doctors) to allow the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center/Hospital to disconnect her from life support. She had been in a vegetative coma for a little over two weeks with no hope of ever regaining consciousness... or life, really.
She had suffered (not very long, I might add) from melanoma, a very deadly form of skin cancer. Unfortunately, the chemotherapy regimen that her oncologist had prescribed for her did not work in time enough for her. But this is not what she truly died from. Instead, she died from massive systemic failure caused by severe infection from pneumonia. Because she was taking chemotherapy for the melanoma, her body's immune system was completely ravaged by the treatments. She had no antibodies or defenses in which to fight off the infections.
Long story short, she blew out a lung from all the stress of coughing and when that happened, the infection ran like wild fire through her body.
As a consequence, I never was able to speak to my mother again aside from that night I put her in the hospital.
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Now... we jump ahead a little over four years later.
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December 2000
My father - an obese man - suffered from congestive heart failure. Amazingly enough, for a man of his girth and size, he had never been sick a day in his life nor were any of his stats out of the ordinary. No high blood pressure, no signs of diabetes... nothing. Aside from being a lard-butt, he was the picture of health.
He was diagnosed on Thanksgiving night, 1999. One short year earlier...
See...
I truly, truly believe that my father grieved himself to death. He WILLED himself to die... just to be with my Mom again. And so... God listened to his request.
I say all that to say this:
I disconnected not one, but TWO parents from life support. This was THEIR wish. And it was also their wish to be cremated as well.
Signing a DNR (Do NOT Rescusitate) order is the most difficult task anyone human can endure... ESPECIALLY if it's a loved one. God, it is hard. Lord knows I've spent every single day for the past nine years searching my soul for the answers to why I had to watch my parents die in such a fashion.
I hope and pray that each one of you NEVER have to face such a decision as this... especially if it's your parents. Give them dignity and peace when they die... follow their wishes.
I guess my point - after rambling incoherently for about a page - is this:
My father's family - all of my aunts, uncles, and cousins - turned their collective backs on me because I chose to follow my father's dying request...
That I allow him to die peacefully with NO heroic measures. He asked me - the night I took him to the Emergency Room - with tears in his eyes that I release him gently and lovingly. See... he KNEW he was dying. And he had the courage to face it... and to accept it head on.
He was more worried about ME than himself.
I guess the main thrust of this post is that - although I haven't followed this case at all - dying with dignity is something we should give all of our loved ones.
Politics and internal family squabbles have no place in decisions such as this... it is EXTREMELY personal and should rest that individual and the one in whom THEY have placed this enormous trust, love, and compassion... not every Joe Schmoe off of the fucking street.
It wasn't easy for me to do what I did. It's given me nightmares for many years. BUT... it was the greatest act of love I could have given to either one of my parents. And I rest easy in that knowledge.
So... say what you will. Slam me, curse me, villify me.... do whatever.
Know this, though, you NEVER walked in MY shoes. Nor did you experience what I experienced: the tears, the heartache, the ultimate sense of loss, all of it.
As I mentioned at first, this was purely a personal thought and revelation on my part sparked my this raging debate about a woman who died physically a long time ago. I apologize for the length, but... it was cathartic for me.
I think she should be allowed to die with the utmost of love, dignity, and compassion. Please show her some respect.
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