Whilst I would like to think I would go out in style, active to the end and farting in the general direction of death, once the Reaper is walking grimly towards you, sharpening his scythe, it's amazing how you then want to hang on to every last breath - if only to spite him!
Mom snuffed it with lung cancer. The surgeon convinced her they could take out a lung and save her, but it was an open and shut case! Luckily she went quickly after that, 2 weeks after starting to take morphine and 2 days after going on the pump. A strange twist was that a friend of hers, who came to see her 4 weeks before she died, went home,complained of feeling off colour, went to the Dr and was dead of cancer within 2 weeks!
A flying mate of mine, diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer at 40, wanted to go up in a microlight and end it all, enjoy the scenery before flutterin to earth, but by the time he wanted to do it, he was too weak to get it into the air....
“- He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.”
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