You go girl. I’m sitting here at work with my father on the couch in my office, he’s napping right now. He has small cell lung cancer and in the middle of his third (and final) round of chemo now.
We own a family business, he comes in just to still be a part of things, even though he can’t do anything and is suffering a bad case of “chemo-brain”, I would never think to deny him this.
I’ve always said since I was a kid we would take him out of this place feet first, I never thought it would happen this way though. Insidious disease, lung cancer. Fortunately he was able to gutt out the chemo and radiation at the same time, and that bought him another quality year and a half with us but now things are going downhill fast.
Unlike most people here I have no problem with someone at the final stages of their life swallowing a bottle full of meds and let themselves go on their terms. It’s not the quantity of life, but the quality of life, for both them and those who care for them, that’s important to some people and I can respect that. One last family gathering, one last goodbye while you are still able is enough for some people who feel they don’t want those last few horrible days of pain for everyone involved. Just my two cents, but your well deserved rant hit a nerve with me this morning considering my situation.
Usually only those of us who have watched a loved one suffer feel that way. My mother died from metastic cancer, breast that moved to her spine then into a brain tumor. It affected her mobility and thought processes. The last month of her life was awful. She was gone long before she actually died. My only thoughts were keeping her out of pain.
And God bless you, your family, and father.