I get the feeling this woman was manipulated by a group that hopes to advance their agenda on her death. I have doubts about how debilitating her illness was at the time she took her own life. As my mother battled a terminal illness, she was more worried about my father’s ability to care for himself than her own suffering. She admitted several times she hated the fact she was creating such a burden on so many people, but she never thought about taking her own life. My dad on the other hand became someone I had never seen before; he literally gave up two years of his life to “baby-sit” my mother as she deteriorated. At the end, when she became too much for my father to care for, she was still trying her hardest to become functional enough to come home. My mother died with amazing dignity.
I agree. I do question this situation and those manipulating it for their advantage. The story seemed odd to me.
I’m so sorry about your mom. It was the same here. My mom was more concerned with us than herself. Same with my Dad when he was dying. My Dad used to talk about being a burden but he was hilarious too - he accepted his situation (being cared for by us, we always joked about it) moreso than my Mom did - she was always talking about not being a burden on us and fought it until the end. She hated the dependence, being a burden as she called it. She was witty but didn’t have my Dad’s wit or attitude about it all.
Both my parents died with dignity but moreso my Mom. Only because she’s the most recent death. She tried her best to stay functional (my Dad was ok with letting us care for him in his last days). My Mom fought it until the end.
Both my parents died with dignity. I have say my Mom moreso but that’s only because of her situation and pain and how difficult it was for her to be cared for. It was horrible for her to have me or anyone care for her basic needs. She talked about/worried so much about us cleaning her. My Dad did too but he joked about it and I’d laugh, say a comment back, it was funny. Not my Mom. It was awful for her. She really hated being what she called a burden. It wasn’t of course but she felt it was.
My Mom died with dignity too. So did my Dad but he was such a joker. It was worse for my Mom so that’s what I recall. They both died with dignity, or as much dignity as death allows. They lived their entire lives with dignity so dying was the same.
I guess I just don’t feel that death or dying, when one has to be cared for, involves dignity. Or the basic dignity. My Dad gave it all up with a laugh, joke, smile. His usual stuff. My Mom , it was awful for her not being able to care for her basic needs. Maybe that’s why it was so much harder with my Mom, because it was harder for her. She hated living with us, being cared for by us. Her last year of life here was mostly fighting with her for us to do stuff for her. She got really sick about 4 months before she died and it was round the clock -she hated it, being changed, fed, cared for. She gave my kids a gift, two teens and two elementary age kids - they helped care for her here for a year. They have wonderful memories of her in their life and they also have caring for her when she was dying for that last year. They were her caretakers that last year and it’s something special even though it was hard for them to experience.
No death or dying is easy but fortunately I’ve had two parents who died with dignity or what I call dignity but more importantly, lived dignified lives. They lived their lives this way and died the same way. Tough act to follow but something to achieve as their kid. They were excellent parents, human beings. I always say my Dad gave me the gift of his humor/wit and my Mom gave me her faith/christianity/catholicism. I just have to live up to it all, lol.