get real
Get real. This is the shortening of understanding life, and what it is. Not to sound too mean spirited but some of these statements crack me up.Annapolis was stunned. In my book, this is bunk. If Annapolis knew he had cancer, it was uncurable, and he was going to suffer a nasty prolonged death, they should have offered him youths-in-asia! But in the sick society we live in, some people refuse to believe, or admit, that people die! And let them do it with peace and dignty instead of a shotgun.Next is: He went into a very dark place in hs mind. This is pure BS. It could have been a very happy occation in his mind! Yahoo, I'm finaly getting over this spiraling sickness and ending it, where I want and when I want.My sister killed herself in a hospital. The doctors could only watch. See, she had a kidney implant many years ago and the meds needed to keep her alive destroy something in your body. It's a long slow inevitable conclusion. You are going to die. It took 15 years, but eventually her bones were as brittle as a hornets nest. She had an appendix attack, which they fixed, but in the process they accidentally "broke" her hip and both femurs. She had broken bones before and they attached pins and all kinds of stuff to keep her from only being able to lie down. Now it was over. They told her there was nothing they could do and that she would be bedridden for as long as she lasted, about a year or so. I asked about amputating her legs and they said "out of the question". So she stopped taking her meds on Wednesday and died in pain three days later. But it was over. Courageous? Hell yes. A dark spot in her mind? Hell no. Were her relatives and family "stunned" Nah. It was coming for years and we all knew it. (my other sister hads it too, and that damned women is going in SLIDING! She's having a ball out of life)So this guy and his family know he is going to die, but not Annapolis. Perhaps he should have put a letter in his papers stating his condition , and what he planned to do about it.We are all going to die, some sooner than others. So, when do we realize life is shorter than we think? Me? I am closing the house up, getting rid of a lifetime of junk (so if I die, my kids won't have to) and taking the boat and sailing to the Keys, then the Virgin Islands, then where ever. I am 54, have no retirement, 100 grand in the bank, and hope to spend it all before I die, sometime in 2046 or so. And in 3046, not one soul will know I was ever on this planet.