Half of arm.My Uncle has one scheduled in 2 days. No joke.
I've been tripping on that pretty hard for a while now. To know exactly how much time you have left here, no turning back. How does one face that? Amazing to ponder imo
My mother went 6 weeks ago. My step dad had to deal with all the latter stuff you mentioned while she was in and out of hospitals, hospices and nursing homes. I was back in the UK for a lot of it but had she had the choice before the cancer took over her brain, she wouldn't have wanted that. She would have wanted to have gone out gracefully without any of that.my friend's dad just passed away from Cancer. I talked to him on the day of and the first thing he said was, "fuck... wish he'd have died like 5 years ago and he wouldn't have to gone through all that pain"
if I'm in a situation where I'm in so much pain or my wife or my children has to clean up my shit and piss, I'd go for it.
so sorry to hear thatMy mother went 6 weeks ago. My step dad had to deal with all the latter stuff you mentioned while she was in and out of hospitals, hospices and nursing homes. I was back in the UK for a lot of it but had she had the choice before the cancer took over her brain, she wouldn't have wanted that. She would have wanted to have gone out gracefully without any of that.
Sorry to hear man.Today I had a mild revelation about this...
a few months ago my mother died from ALS. She chose not to take her life, nor to extend it beyond natural ability (feeding tubes, respirators etc). She used and respected her body until it did not work, she 'let God decide' when it was time to go. Though the suffering was prolonged (for all of us too), I somehow never feared it, it seemed natural until the end/I understood her reasoning. I was OK with it and dying was still a great mystery. I was peaceful after the experience.
My uncle however has just recently chosen to avoid those months/years of suffering and has chosen to choose his own time and place. Now he's chosen and the clock is ticking and to be honest it has quite scared the shit outta me. First time I ever really got spooked thinking about death to be honest and I've been wondering why. Why it never scared me while contemplating my mom's passing?
I used to say I would also go out faster and avoid a long grim hospital death, but at least from my shoes that subtle difference of surrender vs taking control really changed the lens through which I see my own mortality. Super interesting.
It's been an enlightening ride. Found many truths about myself, how I view my own life and life/death in general.Sorry to hear man.