When new tumors were found in his lungs six months after the successful surgery, my husband immediately said “No” to more surgery and treatment. He wanted to live not prolong. It was his life and body, and he wanted to take control. When he finished talking, his doctor looked at me and asked if I was okay with his decision. My husband then looked at me. He hadn’t even thought about how his decision would or might affect me.
If it had been me who faced the decision making of my destiny, I wouldn’t have wanted to suffer either. I would choose the quality of life over the quantity.
I would do so as long as I am the only one that is concerned.
We usually have others around us to consider and choose to endure for them. They help us to push ourselves. They assure us with the comfort of not suffering alone and the sense of doing it for them and of being a good person. We live for others not for ourselves. If I were totally alone on this planet, I would not care whether I live or die.
We cheer heroes who save others’ lives and those who invent drugs to cure illness. And, we condemn GMO, corn syrup, asbestos, plastic and bombs as evils that kill us. I don’t know much, but it seems that overpopulation is a problem, causing hatred, wars, and self-destruction. I am just thinking that I don’t mind dying young if some of us must go. I don’t want to make other people sad, though. I simply want to enjoy life but don’t want to suffer from the side effects of diabetes and high cholesterol either. Then again, I don’t much care for Kale but eat it because it is good for me.
Life is confusing and getting me frustrated. Is it all right to binge on a doughnut?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Too Soon?.”
“Can anything be funny, or are some things off limits?”