JoiseyMom
<font color=orange>Have you had your SPANX today??
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Wow...some of the replies here just blow my freaking mind. But everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Ready for a long one??
Sandy...our beloved Golden was diagnosed with cancer of the spleen 2 years ago. He had been sick on and off..not eating..then eating...and we finally took him to the vet. He was only 6 so we were not to concerned. Well they wanted to do an xray, then an ultrasound, and if need be surgery. They said if they found cancer they would put him down immediately. Well we said yes. They opened him up, and found out that he a tumor, and if I hadn't gotten him to the vet then, he would have bled to death
. Well they had to send the tissue out to see if he had cancer. If he did have cancer there was no chance for him to live. It turned out he did have cancer. Now we just had to decide when to put him down. It wasn't an option for us. If our beloved Sandy was in too much pain, we were NOT going to let him SUFFER!! After some research we were told that steroids would stop the pain, help him feel better and slow the cancer. This gave us some more time with him, and enough time for our DS to get some leave from the AF and fly home to say good bye to his puppy. It was really hard to make that call to the vet. I made one, and then he kinda turned around and was doing better and I cancelled. The next time I made the call we did not cancel. He wasn't eating. He wasn't chasing his Oz..our other dog..or our cats. He was just so sad and tired. We LOVED him too much to have him suffer from this horrible disease. There was no healing from this..it was a death sentence. A natural death from pain is horrible and just too cruel. We took him in, and it was very easy for him. We held him, in our arms, we were on the floor, me and DH, and the vet gave him the shot..and that was it. No whine..no more pain.
Now I also had an even harder decision to make earlier this year. My 56 year old brother was in the hospital for about a month. He had heart issues, had a pace maker, and kept going into heart failure. They had him tubed forever. At first we thought he would get out..they even got the tube out and he was eating. I was very happy! But before this I had a discussion with my other brother about talking to him about a DNR. He had no quality of life. If he was going to have to live on tubes the rest of his life, I felt he should be allowed to go. My brother at first was like..he is only 56. I was like..yes..only 56..and living like this in a bed on tubes for how many more years?? Not be able to eat his favorite foods or go to a ball game..not to be able to pick up and go outside..go to a ball game?? I said to him..you put down Ceasar (his german shepard), do you love our brother any less?? We discussed it, and when the tubes came out we asked him what HE wanted..and he said yes..he wants a DNR he did not want to live like he was living.
Now my SIL was very against this. I was ready to smack the crap out of her at one point. Now..my brother took a turn for the worse..they had to give him a trach tube..he couldn't breathe on his own..too much strain on his heart. If he made it out of the hospital he would be tubed and stuck on oxygen for the rest of his "natural" days. He was still coherent..so we asked him again, and said he wanted it done. They disconnected his pace maker so when (not if) he went into congenitive heart failure again it would not restart his heart. He was on an IV with pain meds to make him comfortable. We (me and DH) went there on Mother's Day to talk to hospice about the care they would provide for him at the end. At this point my sil was still asking my brother if he "really" wanted to go!!
If her daughters weren't there I would have smacked her silly!! My brother (her DH) came in and told her to stop it or he would throw her out. This was NONE of her business!! We all went home..and at 10:00 I got a call saying that they hospice worker thought he was taking a turn for the worst. I went back to the hospital with intentions of being there for the duration. My brother was there and we just talked and kidded. An old family friend stopped by too. It was funny..there was some movie on..and I could tell he didn't want to watch it. So I flipped channels until we came to a ballgame. That he wanted to watch... no big surpise there. He seemed to be fine..he was breathing ok. We asked if he wanted some pain meds to help him sleep and he shook his head yes. We got the staff (they were great btw) to give him a shot..and stayed until he fell asleep. We both drove home. The first thing in the morning I called work to tell them I wouldn't be in, that I would be spending the day at the hospital. Not even 10 minutes later we got the phone call that he was gone. I have no qualms or regrets about taking away his pace maker or making him comfortable. He made the decision. A person should have the right to say how they want to die. A 56 year old man should not have to spend years hooked up to tubes in a bed just because others have no idea what the quality of life is.
And if G-d felt that it wasn't his time to go..then his heart wouldn't have stopped..and he would have been able to live without all the tubes.
I also had an uncle that died a slow agonizing death from ALS. I can't even imagine. For me personally...if I was diagnosed with a death sentence, I would do something to give myself a painless peaceful end of my choosing..not some horrible diseases choosing.
Sandy...our beloved Golden was diagnosed with cancer of the spleen 2 years ago. He had been sick on and off..not eating..then eating...and we finally took him to the vet. He was only 6 so we were not to concerned. Well they wanted to do an xray, then an ultrasound, and if need be surgery. They said if they found cancer they would put him down immediately. Well we said yes. They opened him up, and found out that he a tumor, and if I hadn't gotten him to the vet then, he would have bled to death
. Well they had to send the tissue out to see if he had cancer. If he did have cancer there was no chance for him to live. It turned out he did have cancer. Now we just had to decide when to put him down. It wasn't an option for us. If our beloved Sandy was in too much pain, we were NOT going to let him SUFFER!! After some research we were told that steroids would stop the pain, help him feel better and slow the cancer. This gave us some more time with him, and enough time for our DS to get some leave from the AF and fly home to say good bye to his puppy. It was really hard to make that call to the vet. I made one, and then he kinda turned around and was doing better and I cancelled. The next time I made the call we did not cancel. He wasn't eating. He wasn't chasing his Oz..our other dog..or our cats. He was just so sad and tired. We LOVED him too much to have him suffer from this horrible disease. There was no healing from this..it was a death sentence. A natural death from pain is horrible and just too cruel. We took him in, and it was very easy for him. We held him, in our arms, we were on the floor, me and DH, and the vet gave him the shot..and that was it. No whine..no more pain.Now I also had an even harder decision to make earlier this year. My 56 year old brother was in the hospital for about a month. He had heart issues, had a pace maker, and kept going into heart failure. They had him tubed forever. At first we thought he would get out..they even got the tube out and he was eating. I was very happy! But before this I had a discussion with my other brother about talking to him about a DNR. He had no quality of life. If he was going to have to live on tubes the rest of his life, I felt he should be allowed to go. My brother at first was like..he is only 56. I was like..yes..only 56..and living like this in a bed on tubes for how many more years?? Not be able to eat his favorite foods or go to a ball game..not to be able to pick up and go outside..go to a ball game?? I said to him..you put down Ceasar (his german shepard), do you love our brother any less?? We discussed it, and when the tubes came out we asked him what HE wanted..and he said yes..he wants a DNR he did not want to live like he was living.
Now my SIL was very against this. I was ready to smack the crap out of her at one point. Now..my brother took a turn for the worse..they had to give him a trach tube..he couldn't breathe on his own..too much strain on his heart. If he made it out of the hospital he would be tubed and stuck on oxygen for the rest of his "natural" days. He was still coherent..so we asked him again, and said he wanted it done. They disconnected his pace maker so when (not if) he went into congenitive heart failure again it would not restart his heart. He was on an IV with pain meds to make him comfortable. We (me and DH) went there on Mother's Day to talk to hospice about the care they would provide for him at the end. At this point my sil was still asking my brother if he "really" wanted to go!!
If her daughters weren't there I would have smacked her silly!! My brother (her DH) came in and told her to stop it or he would throw her out. This was NONE of her business!! We all went home..and at 10:00 I got a call saying that they hospice worker thought he was taking a turn for the worst. I went back to the hospital with intentions of being there for the duration. My brother was there and we just talked and kidded. An old family friend stopped by too. It was funny..there was some movie on..and I could tell he didn't want to watch it. So I flipped channels until we came to a ballgame. That he wanted to watch... no big surpise there. He seemed to be fine..he was breathing ok. We asked if he wanted some pain meds to help him sleep and he shook his head yes. We got the staff (they were great btw) to give him a shot..and stayed until he fell asleep. We both drove home. The first thing in the morning I called work to tell them I wouldn't be in, that I would be spending the day at the hospital. Not even 10 minutes later we got the phone call that he was gone. I have no qualms or regrets about taking away his pace maker or making him comfortable. He made the decision. A person should have the right to say how they want to die. A 56 year old man should not have to spend years hooked up to tubes in a bed just because others have no idea what the quality of life is.And if G-d felt that it wasn't his time to go..then his heart wouldn't have stopped..and he would have been able to live without all the tubes.
I also had an uncle that died a slow agonizing death from ALS. I can't even imagine. For me personally...if I was diagnosed with a death sentence, I would do something to give myself a painless peaceful end of my choosing..not some horrible diseases choosing.
We send people to jail in this country for torturing people, yet we allow it to go on in the medical field every minute of every day..
Your comment offends me, implying that I put myself through the horror that is chemotherapy and surgery willingly. 