Apologies if anyone finds the following offensive, but tough t*tty.
People here certainly seem to shy away from expressing their thoughts on this subject. Or maybe it is not good etiquette to speak up on it. Or perhaps the vast majority really do find it the most noble thing to pursue survival to the nth degree.
Personally I find the ‘chin up / mustn’t grumble / could be worse’ standard line to be a mixture of demeaning, patronising, unimaginative and depressing.
I know of a few MS sufferers who have put ‘non-resuscitation’ wording into living wills; they have decided not to continue, if the opportunity arises. It must surely be on the minds of some folk here as to when their own line is crossed between acceptable and unacceptable quality of life, and what to do about that. So let’s have that discussion.
For me, loss of independence is the key marker. If I cannot, on a whim, get up and out and go do what I want to do, I don’t think I really want to be around any more.
That’s easy to say now of course, but the idea is taking a more concrete dimension with each passing day. The kids have a roof over their heads, they are financed and have maternal care. The world will not stop turning if I ain’t in it. It is a very personal choice, and certainly all our mileages will vary, but now thoughts turn to how to bow out gracefully (or in style!) when and if the time comes.
Dignitas is way too clinical. I don’t fancy the various high-impact solutions that immediately spring to mind, carrying as they do the possibility of survival with monstrous injury. A friend who had breast cancer looked into this quite deeply a year or so back. There was talk of some herbal remedies that cure you of the critical illness called ‘life’.
Not imminent for me, yet the adage ‘hope for the best but prepare for the worst’ is highly resonant, and anyone with the low-down for a suitable departure plan, feel free to pm me!