Death with Dignity
I was working at a doctor’s office yesterday. One of the women commented that it was awful getting old and sick. We had a brief discussion about dying with dignity. I know that I don’t want to lie in a bed sick and not knowing where I am. I know that I don’t want kept alive. If I am not having a quality of life, I want the choice to leave. I’m not so attached to this life that I would have a problem with dying if my life is not of some quality. In fact, I’m not so attached to it even now.
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