I am assuming you are speaking from experience? Second time around?
Death is the bitter end. Its called that for a reason.
There is no high hand that guarantees that "Leaving the stage can be done with grace, wit, and elegance."
I helped many scores of individuals in the late stages of life and my goal was always to provide that ideal. Unfortunately a failing body, a failing mind, an array of drugs, crazy relatives or mad patients who are in the same room, and a predatory medical system. The list goes on, and on, Many ways to make death a fukup.
One is gifted if one can die in that manner. What I am trying to point out is that the end is a bitch, with no guarantees. Its not the dying, because that's a release. Its the final stages of getting to that point. There is no grace, wit, or elegance when you are shitting in a diaper, have a tube stuck up your dick, are drugged up but not unaware or without pain. And that's where our society wants to take you.
It is the system's goal to strip you of your humanity before it ever decides to off you. I've seen a lot, and the place I fear the most is the hospital, and the medical doctors are the ones I cringe over when they deal with the dying. These are evil bastards who have relegated caring and kindness to the low paid shift women of some brown race. Coarse shamans who are more interested in paying off their new condo with high priced drug injections, than in honoring their medical code of ethics. They view the dying as having outlived their economic potential return, and sneer in disgust.
If a loved one falls into this trap, speak up, raise Cain!. Make it difficult for them to just push your bretheren into the out bin. Ask questions, demand answers, resist the system. Look for better ways, Get them out of the hospital. Its very hard to do. Particularly when the the goal is relief over the short term. But don't just let them screw your family around. Don't trust without verification. |
