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I'm for patients being in control of this decision. However, with this comes responsibility. I note there is a synchronous discussion about karma. It made me think about the idea of suffering. There are terrible instances of patients suffering - see the orignal posters example of Ann McPherson. Some religions accept suffering as due course of life I know it is horrible but is there dignity in suffering as a symbol we mortal and are inevitably ravaged by time and nature? Just a thought. Should we ever accept suffering as part of life? Or is this an attempt to sanitise life as we know it?
Posted by drdwrightLife is about suffering. Does not the turtle hatch from the egg and make a frantic run for the relative safety of the surf with its different predators, primary schooling, then finding a mate, reproduction, being hit by a propeller, eaten by a shark, eating plastic bags which looked like jelly fish.Yes, we are but turtles in this big ocean called life where we struggle into life through the pain of a birth canal, to the bright sun, playgrounds and blackboards, humiliations, bullying, triumphs, failures, rejection, having children and seeing some die and some become geniuses, of losing or gaining wealth then our health and reason, one's prostate or one's mind, or that breast your lover once fondled and then the ignominy of a nursing home and being nursed by someone with spiked blue hair, a pierced lip and a tattoo, and of losing one's teeth and being rejected by family because you remarried at 82 and of seeing a son with Parkinson's or being told by the police your daughter has been killed in a crash of blood and alcohol.Yes, this fruit of our Eden has a bitter skin but a sweet aftertaste. It is this that we cannot control nor emotional pain which is worse than the pain of a pathological fracture or broken back. We are all in this together.I prefer this tempest and the sting of salt on my beard and the burn of the sun on my face and the scene of the sun setting behind pink tinged clouds as I return to my final mooring in this final liturgy called life. I do not wish for nothing but calm seas and light nor'easter but the exhilaration of a winter westerly which can fill my sails to bursting and make me glad to have lived and died.This life is suffering but suffering is the forge which tempers my blade and makes my edge more keen.We dare not take this chalice from our lips as it is the chalice of life's death.