A decision is about to be made that will decide her fate. She has a living will that requests no machines, no cpr, no assistance with the exception of an IV. If the hospital recieves this will, they will have no choice but to disconnect her from the machines that are giving her life. The decision to deliver the will, lies in the capable hands of her attorney and friend. I do not envy the choice he must make.
To know that life and death rests in the hands of another person, scares me beyond belief. My body went numb when I heard about this. My thoughts are clouded and I cannot breathe. I dare not consider the outcome, but there is a meeting scheduled between a friend and her attorney, they will discuss the matter at hand and then come to a conclusion. The question for her: To be or not to be. I am terrified.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
John Dryden
English dramatist & poet (1631 - 1700)
"I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, 'There she goes!'
Gone where? Gone from my sight ... that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, 'There she goes!' there are other eyes watching her coming and their voices ready to take up the glad shouts 'Here she comes!'
-Henry Van Dyke,
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