Thank God.
I want to say something here: Over the last year I've been saying this online and was attacked by the religious zealots...you know, those same zealots that would take their mother to the promised land too...saying either it DOES NOT HAPPEN or that it was murder if it did.
To ALL of them I say go eff yourself and don't stand between me and my family.
Each and every one of them was a Santorum supporter as it was on Santorum threads when he started talking about euthanasia in The Netherlands.
I really don't think Jim Robinson wants his forum used to promote euthanasia.
I am not promoting euthenasia. I’m promoting leave me and mine the Hell alone.
Didn’t realize it at the time, but my father was killed by morphine. The whole family gathered around his bedside for a 24 hr vigil while he was dying. They kept him on morphine to “ease his pain.” He slept peacefully around the clock until he was gone. My older sister died recently. I visited her in the hospital just a couple days before she died. She didn’t feel well but was talking and joking with us. Was surprised to learn the next day they sent her home to die. I went to her home and the family was gathered around her bedside as she slept, on morphine to “ease her pain” right up to her last breath. My brother’s father-in-law who was healthy and worked every day of his life even though he’d been retired for thirty years and was up on a ladder pruning a tree when he started having problems catching his breath. I mean when you’re over ninety years old you might sometimes have trouble catching your breath when you’re working hard. They took him to the hospital and they put him on morphine to “ease the pain” and he was dead within 24 hours. I visited him too with the family gathered around waiting for him to take his last breath. I’ve seen it happen enough times to realize this is not right. When I was in the hospital after they amputated my leg they put me on morphine. I was drugged up and basically out of it. They kept me in bed 24/7 wouldn’t even let me get up to go to the bathroom. They had some kind of device hooked up to me where if I ever felt pain all I had to do was push a button to inject a dose of morphine directly into my IV. Good thing I finally realized what was happening and had them disconnect it. Was up a couple days later, in therapy, then got the heck out of there. Was never so glad to get home in my entire young life.