I went to see my brother yesterday. He lives about an hour and a half away. I had not actually visited him since my sister died 3 years ago.
My middle daughter was with me and we had a nice visit with my brother, his wife and various other family members.
My bro is so kind hearted that even when he has not worked in a year and has only minimal income, his house is open to the family bums. He has two 30 something nephews living with him...not working...not contributing to the troubled household but selfishly mooching off a dying man. I asked him why; he really had no answer. I didn't pursue it as it seemed rather pointless but it makes me wonder.
I can't say my brother looked well; he didn't. He is 6'3'' and he now weighs 148 lbs. He says he will lose more weight if he decides to continue with radiation and chemo. I don't think he wants to go through it again. He seems to be ready to end all this pain and suffering. But even with all the pain, he was upbeat. He said his affairs are in order and he has taken care of things so his wife can go on living in their home. My sister-in-law said she isn't worried because she knows god will take care of her.
How am I? I don't know. I question my feelings everyday. I love my brother but the fact that he is dying has not shattered my life. It makes me wonder about my own health, since I am older than all but one of my siblings who have died. It makes me think about our growing up years..not all happy times, but we have not been close for a long time.
Am I cold-hearted? I hope not.
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Maybe he needs to seriously consider euthanasia: I know I definitely would if I was suffering from terminal illness, and the law allows (Failing which I might simply have to do it myself).
Euthanasia seems a tad extreme, but I think if you have to go, at least go painless. After all, if we can do that to animals then surely we can extend that service to humanity.
Life is, after all, not so sacred as some might think it is.
Beast FCD
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