Life, Love…

{“Jack Davies hasn’t planned his funeral but he knows how he wants to die. When the time comes – and soon – the 53-year-old says he will succumb to the terminal cancer ravaging his organs.  He doesn’t want resuscitation or medical intervention to prolong life. He doesn’t want to be rushed to Nambour General Hospital. He just wants to lay quietly in bed, at home in Tewantin, with wife Ange by his side, singing softly into his ear which doctors say will be the last sense to go. “I know I’m going to die,” whispers Jack in a weak and breathy voice, as he sits pale and tired on his favourite couch in a dark, curtained lounge room. “I’m just happy I’ll die at home.”}

Given the choice, many would also choose this option; to die at home surrounded by those that we love and are important to us. Most do not want to be in a hopsital in an uncomfortable bed, surrounded by medical staff, listening to machines and being attached to tubes. I don’t.

Others may choose the medical environment as they do not want their loved ones to witness ‘their’ slowly deterioration and eventual death.

What would you choose if you had the choice? Home or hospital?

 

Source: Life, Love

https://www.backstorynewsmag.com/single-post/2017/01/24/Life-Love-Dying

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