The choice is mine
on how I go.
Do not put me on machines
to sustain my life.
Do not put me in a bed
to lay for years and years
at the mercy of others.
Do not moan you love me so
and say you'll never let me go.
Just keep me comfortable
until I die.
Let me go peacefully
when it's my time.
A contest entry
- Do Not Resuscitate by CarolDesjarlais.
1200 points, ended September 21, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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Oh, I have seen this gree d so often..."Do not moan you love me so
and say you'll never let me go."
Both my parents had this order....and ocne upon a time, I had to sign the paper that would help sleep for my mother..it was horrible, but once of my greatest sacrifices. I wrote about it in my book... I won't bemoan it here..but, it behooves us to let them be what they msut be on their terms not ours. thank you for this entry. -
You bring out how important it is to make our wishes known in advance!
Where there is no living will or directive, distraught family members, struggling to grapple with the enormity of the pending loss, may choose any means to give them time to consider.
We can lift this burden from them by holding a family council, making sure they understand our wishes, and giving a copy of our living will to our personal doctor, as well as management (if one is in an apartment or assisted living complex).
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Such is the request of many who are suffering. For those of us who love them, we must then decide between selfishness and love. We must learn to trust, and to not be afraid of what comes next for them.
Nicely done.
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I have the same directives for myself. This is very touching! Blessings Sis.
Az
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