It’s weird how at times I get these incredible insights about my life, how it’s OK that I’m in the final days of my nearly 57 years. That this is the natural, organic conclusion of my life. I’ve lived long enough. And although it’s sad in a way, death is also not to be feared, but anticipated. I am witnessing myself in my end days. My decline and degenerative process are so apparent to me. I have no appetite and have lost the ability to digest food, so I am incredibly weak. My bladder and bowels have stopped working, I pee once or twice a day. There is no escape even in sleep; I have stopped sleeping. I drift off a couple times a night into very shallow, dream-filled sleep, and lie awake many hours, pondering the depths to which I’ve sunk and how very unfair it all is. I keep thinking, “What did I do to deserve this?” Such a random thing, a non-prescription drug I took for too long has robbed me of my being, dehydrating my entire body, including my brain. It is known to cause dementia, by drying the brain out and destroying a major neurotransmitter.
Yet the man I’ve shared my home with for over two years now fails to see how far down I’ve sunk into total dysfunction. I want to scream at my oblivious boyfriend, “Look at me! Look at me! Do I look anything like the woman I used to be?!” I’ve become a stranger to myself. I used to be a functioning human being. To have lost that is a horror beyond description. To look in the mirror and see these vacant eyes looking back, the spark that used to be there, permanently gone. I can’t believe he just takes for granted these momentous changes in my being and never shows any compassion or empathy for me.
Death is as sacred as birth, it comes to me. I need to leave the pro-choice chatroom I’ve been frequenting, or at least go there less. It frequently degrades into a truly obscene kind of place. I want to spend more time here, writing in these final days as I approach the realisation that death is actually sacred. I want as peaceful a transition as possible. I already have my m3thod. If I were an animal, a loving owner would surely euthanize me.
I just went and got my cat back from the shelter. I’d taken her there Friday as I’m unable to deal with her sensitive stomach and special needs; she vomits all the time. I can no longer cope with the litter box. But I kept being haunted by the image of her shedding tears in the cage, feeling abandoned by her person of 13 years. She, like me, has no quality of life. She has feline herpesvirus, which means she has very little energy due to depressed immune system. Eat, sleep, throw up. Not much of a life. And who knows how long til she found a new person, and how hard it would be for her to be in a new home, away from the one she’s always had. I think it would be kinder to put her down than to make her live in a cage for a week or two, possibly be shipped to a big city, or eventually be adopted by a new person.
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” If I were an animal, a loving owner would surely euthanize me.”
I have wondered the same thing about myself; whether I would receive more humane treatment simply by being an animal.
I empathize with the cat issues; I am not able to have any pets at all anymore because my health/mobility issues have gotten so much worse that I just can’t take care of them anymore.
I had cats for many years. The oldest one died at the ancient age of 19. When she was gone, I knew I couldn’t get any pets to replace her. It’s hard enough just taking care of myself, and there are days when I can’t even do that.
I like the name “Thanaturge”.
“Thanatopsis” = a contemplation or meditation about death. Also the title of a poem written by William Cullen Bryant. He wrote it when he was only 19.
I agree. People euthanize pets to put them out of their misery but we keep suffering people around for as long as we can. I think that needs to change. I think people need to wake up and realize that some people should have the right to a peaceful euthanasia if they want it.
Hi Cordless, and thanks for writing. I’m going to look for that poem by Bryant.
I dont fear death either. In fact I am fascinated by it and would like to experience it sometime soon.
LOL
thanaturge, i haven’t read your post completely but i already know where you are coming from. i’ll keep reading.
thanaturge,
read the post, what was the drug? Death is nothing to fear it’s mothers natures way of healing you, but before you throw in the towel try to live again. that’s what i’m doing.
Thank you soooo much for writing rocketman! I know you are a busy man and really value your kind words. Btw, the drug was Benadryl. “Though it’s been around for years, I am convinced
that today, if a company applied to the FDA to market diphenhydramine (Benadryl) for over-the-counter use, the FDA would reject the application.” – Penn Memory Center Associate Director Dr. Jason Karlawisch
thanaturge,
the cat is counting on you! i have 4.