posted on Oct, 16 2013 @ 01:22 PM
Wildtimes, I thoroughly appreciate you posting this thread. Knowing the contents of that article now, none of it surprises me in the least. So many
things about "modern" medicine are kept secretive, especially whether doctors themselves would accept the treatments they dish out.
When it comes to the end of ones life, I have never understood the drastic measures taken to prolong the inevitable. It's inhumane to watch someone
die in extreme agony, yet we would put down an animal quickly so it did not suffer.
This subject has roused the anger in me of my own experience when my mother passed.
She was hospitalized, after her third fight with cancer. It was in her bones and was spreading. Radiation had left her weak, and in even more pain. We
were optimistic though that she had time left, perhaps a year. I was making arrangements for home care.She had though, a DNR order in place with the
hospital, in case. I suppose I was in severe denial at that time.
So when the hospital called me that Mom had taken a turn for the worse, I honestly didn't register it.
I got to the hospital, and she was on oxygen, and morphine, nothing else. I was escorted to the doctors office so he could talk to me. Well, I waited.
And waited...for about 45 minutes. Finally I got up and walked back to my mothers room...
* tears as I write this even 20 years later...
Her last words to me were, " Well what did you find out?"
Then her eyes fixated, and her breathing stopped. I screamed for the nurse, and then, only then did the doctor show up and said to me, " It's ok
she's just dying."
I have never felt such a wave of sorrow and hatred at the same time. Robbed of the few precious moments I could have had with her. So much left
unsaid. They left me for a few moments with her, and I went over and opened the window to a cool yet sunny spring day. In my mind I thought her spirit
wanted out of there, and that was the only way I knew how.
When he returned to the room, he actually had the audacity to ask me if I wanted an autopsy! What for you ask? Because they wanted to know WHICH ONE
OF THE CANCERS was responsible for her death. I had a fit. Then while my mothers body is still warm in front of me the nurse brings in a garbage bag ,
PLACES IT ON MY MOTHERS BODY and begins to empty the drawers of my mothers things so they can quickly vacate the room.
Because of the horrible indignity and lack of compassion I witnessed, I WILL NEVER, EVER, be taken to hospital, let alone allow any kind of life
support. I'd rather crawl into the woods and die under a tree and let my body return to earth the way nature intended.
Nothing about health care, from birth to death is about anything but money, and I'll never believe otherwise.
I remember reading somewhere a long time ago, about a woman who had a somewhat morbid hobby of looking up the obituaries of doctors to see exactly how
they died. She had quite a collection. Really interesting when your cardiologist dies of a heart attack or your oncologist, cancer.