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Condolences to your sister and nieces/nephews. That's gotta be the worst ....... to have a close loved one be unsuccessful or successfully succeed. So I will comment to the original OP's question.My POS brother in law tried the knife to the throat in his car. Wife and 3 kids at home.
Actually folks this is a sensitive topic in my home, my wife’s dad took his life with a firearm. Sadly it’s more common than we all might think. As a first responder in my community in 2 years I’ve dealt with 2 separate suicides by firearm and 1 attempt by drugs.I know a guy who did that too but must’ve hesitated at the last second cuz the bullet ricocheted off his collar bone and tore down thru his insides. Several surgeries and wearing a bag for life now
You know, anger towards another person is cancerous to oneself. You cannot move forward harbouring anger towards another.This is pretty serious thread.
It's pretty messed up to ever find yourself in that position. It is just as messed up to shell out so much harsh judgement if someone follows through. We are surrounded by people hellbent on simplifying everyone else's position and scoffing at the notion that they might not be well composed in the same circumstances. As sad as it is, if someone insists that the only solution is the final solution, who are we to tell them that they have to endure the pain of living?
Furthermore, don't speak ill of the dead. It's always in bad taste. I don't care what they did to offend you, they won't ever do it again.
I'm sorry for the hardships you've endured throughout life. Really I am. I'm not judging anyone. I respect your reasoning. I'm only following the morals breed into me as I was raised. And it's just the way I was raised .... to never give in. Was always taught suicide is not an option. I was definitely off key when I touched on euthanasia. I didn't mean for "selfish" to follow euthanasia.@96coal449 , This is something I feel very passionate about so your are going to get a earfull. I don't know if I have been around a dis-propionate amount of death as its hard to quantify.
My father was diagnosed with a milder form of lymphoma when I was about 5. It was a very hard go for him and I. He spent about 18 months in the hospital on an off his death bed when I was about 10. The cancer affected his immune system along with the treatment. At that point he had a sinus infection, spinal meningitis, shingles, and pneumonia all at the same time. My parents went through a divorce, at about the same time as the initial cancer diagnosis he eventually remarried to a woman who happened to be a hospice nurse (unrelated to my dad's heath). My dad had continual impatient visits for illness, and constant treatments through out my childhood. I spent a lot of time in the VA hospital, and got on a first name basis with much of the staff. I new the building as well as I knew my school. There was even once where I had to move him from the 8th ward to emergency at about 12 years old when he entered anaphylactic shock from IV drip medication he was taking. Big pharm faked a shortage to jack up the price, the VA refused to pay for it and after months of degrading health they managed to import from a different country with different ingredients. Cancer medication was in my vocabulary from a very young age.
I received many birthday and Christmas presents weeks to a month or more early not knowing if this was his last. The sinus infection lasted until his death, as a few other ailments that he was not able to shake. When i caught a cold, or got sick my dad wasn't there to care for me. He couldn't for if he contacted what i had it could be another stay in the 8th floor.
He held on nearly to my 20th birthday. His lymph nodes swelled in his gut to the point he couldn't shit or even fart, coupled with a odd fungal infection in his lungs. It was a bad roll of the dice, with out a biopsy they didn't know how to treat the lung infection. The meds to get his lymph nodes down would make him hemophiliac and then un-able to take a biopsy. All the while on a morphine drip to keep him comfortable. He chose to call it in. In his last few weeks he was so high he didn't even know I was there, at times he though I was his dad and would speak like a toddler. We could have tortured him, but we let him go on his own will.
Yes, it was fucken hard on us. It must have been hell on him. It would have been very selfish on our part not to respect his wishes. I know I couldn't live with that, but I knew I could live with letting him go. New layers unfold daily, when I hold my 10 year old son and pet his head while he is puking or has a high fever. That's a privilege I never got to experience, and yet it's a privilege that I can provide it.
Before, durning and after I've lost classmates, witnessed a first grader get killed by the school buss (I was about 8-9), lost friends to accidents, diseases, suicide, OD's and OD suicides.
Like I said, you don't have to agree with it, but its a personal choice. Be it illness, mental health, or other reasons. Dead is dead, and when done with grace should be acknowledged with grace. Death is part of life, some of us choose when it happens, how it happens and others don't. Our culture is very death phobic, and that is sickness at it's worse.
Your obviously entitled to your thoughts an opinions. Just don't subject others to your judgements. People make the wrong choices all the time, but not everyone all the time.
Damn that’s hard. Wish you the best grace possible with whatever the outcome. Regrets will get you no where good. Let it be, and face what you have at the moment. Hit me up if you want to talk.I get a tumor removed this Tuesday am. Have had many more than one. This will be tricky. I'm also at peace. Highly.
My gig is that we've all wasted precious time. It need not be.
Best of luck and well wishes.I get a tumor removed this Tuesday am. Have had many more than one. This will be tricky. I'm also at peace. Highly.
My gig is that we've all wasted precious time. It need not be.