As of this writing, four states allow physician-assisted suicide. Washington state, Oregon Vermont and Montana. It may soon be legal in California and other states to becoming law.This law should be legal everywhere in America.
This writer recently held a dear man's hand as he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He was surrounded by tubes, an oxygen mask and nurses doing their best to ease his pain.
I whispered in his ear how much I loved him, and I held his hand. I whispered for him to concentrate on the deer he once fed and the two eagles nesting on a tall tree. He threw
food to them every day.
Emphysema is a horrible way to die.Booth Gardner, a former governor of Washington State, led the ballot charge here to allow Physician-assisted suicide. He later died from Parkinsons. Hundreds of people in Oregon and Washington state have used this law since the law became legal.
You can't be depressed and qualify for this law. You need two people watch you make a written request for help in dying. Then you must make two oral requests 15 days apart. Two doctors must say you have less than six months to live.Source: (Medical News Today).
You're not given a date to die when your own body schedules you for execution. Death creeps up slowly; you soon will wear diapers, loose your sense of smell, taste, and swallowing might become a problem. Getting out of a chair becomes difficult and even holding a spoon or fork becomes impossible. I didn't need to look up a source for these symptoms.
I want you and your loved ones to live to be 120 years old. Then, I want you to die quietly while asleep.
If you have loved ones close to death, honor their wishes. Work to give then another choice how to die. It's up to them, not you.
As Bob Dylan and Rod Stewart wrote, "May you stay Forever Young."
-“Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!”
― Henry Scott Holland, Death Is Nothing at All