In party planning, Nyasha has been pushing for a pre death wake. Parties are good. I love party planning. I am seeing a Day of the Dead theme, face paint, great Mexican food. Maybe a yearly event… something that happens each year that I concede to stay on the planet, just so it doesn’t get morbid. Maybe just one party, maybe five.
Without segue, our state has a Death with Dignity allowance. When a person is terminal, when they are on the road to death, they can choose a date to end the pain. It is not simple. It requires paperwork, a waiting period between the choice and the date, and absolute conscious awareness of the person choosing.
The Netflix show, Grace and Frankie, has an extraordinary episode where a friend chooses to stop battling cancer. I cried when I watched long before my own diagnosis. Babe, the character, had to use a form of personal suicide rather than a medical option.
Death with Dignity is not suicide. It is controversial. I am willing to hear arguments in either direction, but I have a strong belief already. Terry Pratchett did his own research and interviews that are posted on youtube, beautifully done. He was facing Alzheimer’s at the time, and would not be allowed to choose Death with Dignity at the point where conscious awareness/clinical sanity had left.
In incredible pain, with the body holding to the planet and the spirit ready to transcend, I want this option. I want the right to say that I have nothing left to give. I want God to grant me the grace to exit before I am a burden, a vegetable, a useless form in an empty shell.