The topic of assisted suicide came up in an episode of Golden Girls I’m watching tonight. I’ve always been on the fence about assisted suicide for people who are in uncontrollable, unending pain or other slow death.
Now that I’m a member of that “incurable chronic pain” statistic it makes me think about it a little more when prompted. The lesson in the show was to be there for those who need you so they don’t feel the need to off themselves.
Still, what about those who are walking through a tunnel without a light at the end? Maybe I was a morbid child, but being sick so often I always thought I’d die young from an illness but, if I had my choice, I’d want to die in a way that was making a difference to the world.
Here I am… older than I ever thought I would be, with even more things wrong with me than when I was a child.
And now I have kids of my own… and even with the pain I’m always in, even though it would be so much easier to just let go, i can’t beat the thought of leaving my children. No child should have to grow up without a parent.
I suppose it comes back to the same question that permeates so many decisions: to do what is easy or to do what is right?