This is how I felt when my grandma was sat month in month out valiumed up, shitting in a nappy in a cabbage stinking nursing home with no fucking clue who she was and no dignity as a human. I was only a teenager and I couldn't figure out a way to do it without ruining my own life. She'd always cared so much for her appearance and she would never have wanted to be kept going like a zombie. She clung onto her chanel handbag like a grotesque reminder of the chic, glamorous woman who used to occupy this husk. When I get old I intend to acquire a stash of fentanyl. Better dead than that.
Have you ever known cancer patients, or read cancer or other major illness groups? This is common language. . “Oh, he’s a fighter. He gave up the fight and cancer won. She just got too tired and let cancer take over. He held on for me. He’ll go when he’s accomplished what he needs to.”
It's so rare to even find this even in situations where death is common.
It's like a bizarre reversal of religious sentiment, where instead of God or fate or whatever taking the person's life, it's a personal choice of the person dying.
As a Yank, I have absolutely no place commenting on the above. As a person who has lived in the UK for various stretches of time, I will be not-commenting behind my hand as I giggle.
Scousers love this shit. Anytime anything tragic happens in Liverpool, you know you're going to be subjected to years of candlelit vigils and baying mobs.
When the James Bulger case happened and Thompson and Venables were in police custody, an angry mob formed around the vans transporting them, yelling and trying to get to them. Granted, what they did to that child was horrific, and I'm still not sure if the sentence they received was the right one, but they were ultimately still only kids themselves.
There's a similar story from my area. In short, a father is convinced that his son was murdered by the Gardasil vaccine, when in fact it sounds like the boy had heatstroke from getting overheated at a summertime football practice.
"why don't we cure cancer" they said.
I don't want to powerlevel too much, but in the hospice world, it is actually super common for a person to hold on until their loved one leaves for a moment to use the bathroom, or falls asleep, or steps out in the hall to speak to a nurse. It sucks because it's often hard for loved ones left behind who felt like they needed to "be there". The reasons are all speculation of course, but it happens more often than not.
I just went through this recently with my mom. She was terminally ill and decided to withdraw care. Nearly five weeks of semi-consciousness, with only a few lucid moments here and there. She required 24-hour care, with no help from hospice until the very end. I finally overdosed her with their permission. Hollie has no idea how good she has it.
Unlikely. This hasn't grabbed people over here the way Alfie and Charlie did. I think it's because it's an older child. Or because the miraculous recovery didn't happen the past two times.
