tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9928836.post116537604673915532..comments2023-08-06T06:52:33.301-05:00Comments on Tent Pegs: Death in the Back of Your MindPatrickMeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00741720069221746106noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9928836.post-58539189879929832212006-12-13T09:03:00.000-05:002006-12-13T09:03:00.000-05:00After a friends mother was diagnosed with Breast C...After a friends mother was diagnosed with Breast Cancer, I had the opportunity to think about this long and hard. I have 3 children 4 and under, and as I look at them right now, I hate to think of leaving them. If I knew there was a chance at being able to go into remission, or for a cure, yes- I would fight for my life. To be able to watch my children grow. If there were a very slim chance, I would still try the treatments, but if they did not work, I would stop. I want to live my life to the fullest, and spend what remaining time I have with my husband and kids. I know there would be hard days, but spedning time with them, making the memories that will last with them for a lifetime, would make me happier. <br /><br />Heaven is going to be a beautiful place to spend eternity with my God. I can't wait to get there and I know that in his time God will allow me to enter in,having lived a wonderful life, hopefully exactly the way he planned it for me!Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08524591229908355016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9928836.post-79368963710884222632006-12-13T01:08:00.000-05:002006-12-13T01:08:00.000-05:00I hope to be as positive about death as my best fr...I hope to be as positive about death as my best friend was - my mother. When she was diagnosed with acute mylogenous leukemia on my birthday in 1998, doctors said chemo must start that very day; otherwise, the prognosis was maybe six weeks. Mom decided to be treated, but she told them: "I'm not afraid of dying, but I do fear what's between here and death." It took 18 months of nausea, sore & bleeding gums, near-deaths with sepsis, major weight loss, platelet counts falling down to almost nothing, etc., etc., but finally and amazingly, prayers were answered: she was in remission! In March 2004, colonoscopy revealed "carcinoid carcinoma" (I know - sounds like I'm being redundant, but that was the diagnosis), which is a rare, incurable but somewhat controllable cancer, as to quality of life. Life expectancy was thought to be 6 yrs. Chemo began; all ok until tumor developed in groin area, cutting off circulation of blood to right leg. Had to start radiation, and this caused the leukemia to come back in Sept. '05. Dad had died the previous year of a massive heart attack so I knew Mom might not fight death this go-round. One chemo round did nothing; she had 3 options: (1) more chemo which, as the doctor said,"probably would not work, she would get very sick again, and she'd die; (2) stay in hospital and receive platelets and live maybe a month; or (3) go home and live maybe two weeks. She chose to die at home where she would be happiest and have family all around her every last day of her life. Never, ever did she stop smiling, nor did she complain. She was our "Shining Star" with no fear of death or what was to come. She lived 6 weeks instead of 2, dying November 20, 2005, at a young 70. I want to die as beautiful a death as she did, smiling all the way to the end because she knew where she was going, and she wanted to make her departure easier for us, too.<br /><br />Peg HeredosUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03049499105298604169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9928836.post-48877309618574307382006-12-09T01:13:00.000-05:002006-12-09T01:13:00.000-05:00When my grandma died, she had a stroke, which led ...When my grandma died, she had a stroke, which led to her organs shutting down. She was always adamant that she was not to be hooked up to machines, but when the time came, my aunt (who had already lost my mom, and was therefore alone) couldn't let go that easily. So grandma was hooked up for two days. They said she felt no physical pain, but the one time i had the guts to go in an see her, her eyes filled with tears and she cried. She couldn't speak because of the tubes, but i knew she hated every moment of it. When they finally pulled all the plugs, yeah it was hard, but i'd have rather let her go when she was supposed to. I, too, feel that when it's time, it's time. <br /><br />At this moment, there are things that i still hope to experience in this lifetime, and im not sure i want Christ to come just yet, but i know if something should happen, i'm ready.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9928836.post-1165459936853311412006-12-06T21:52:00.000-05:002006-12-06T21:52:00.000-05:00Wow. I was just thinking about such things. Being...Wow. I was just thinking about such things. Being torn between going home to heaven and wanting to stay here on earth to be used by God in ways to help my family heal from all the things that are there or however He has planned. There has been such healing because of Our God and Savior.<BR/><BR/>I have decided long ago, that if the illness was serious and chances of curing the illness were slim or if I was in an accident and chances were I would live the rest of my life on machines, that I would rather not fight to live physically. Let me live spiritually with My Father in Heaven. Watching my mom suffer with lung cancer reinforced my desire to not linger on and on and on. I told a friend once that I wasn't afraid of death, it meant going home. I am only fearful of the how and then how I would react. My mom was so dignified with dealing with all her pain and agony.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9928836.post-1165444968506290212006-12-06T17:42:00.000-05:002006-12-06T17:42:00.000-05:00Hard question, but a serious one, and one that des...Hard question, but a serious one, and one that deserves a lot of thought. I definitely think that having seen someone close to you go through a fight for life affects this.<BR/><BR/>My Dad was diagnosed with Stage IV Colon Cancer (really curable, by the way, unless it's stage III or IV) in July of 2001. He and my mom had brought my little brother home from Ukraine in Christmas of 2000. Dad went through several rounds of chemo, a stroke, and three surgeries because he wanted to live long enough for Sam to remember him. Most people who get hit with Stage IV don't make it more than a year at best, but Dad held on until October 2004. Doing all of his care over the last few days was the hardest thing I've ever had to do- but he accomplished what he wanted to accomplish.<BR/><BR/>Sam remembers him.<BR/><BR/>Would I fight some cancer? Yep. Especially now that we're about to have a little one around. But endless rounds of chemo, just to get a few more months? Not so much. Hospice is great at controlling pain while keeping you clear-headed, and days filled with nausea and neuropathy and all the other things that go with most cancer treatments are just not for me. <BR/><BR/>I do think that having been close to death makes us so much more aware of how much of a blessing each moment of life can be. Now if we could jsut remember that all the time...Briehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05817626089111611191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9928836.post-1165422861501971822006-12-06T11:34:00.000-05:002006-12-06T11:34:00.000-05:00Thank you for a thoughtful post. Interestingly I ...Thank you for a thoughtful post. Interestingly I made a post along a similar theme yesterday. I invite you to have a look. It is a meditation on Psalm 88 called "Dark Night of the Soul."<BR/><BR/>Shalom,<BR/>Bobby Valentine<BR/>http://stoned-campbelldisciple.blogspot.com/Stoned-Campbell Disciplehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00807468566670784346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9928836.post-1165415855541364342006-12-06T09:37:00.000-05:002006-12-06T09:37:00.000-05:00Hard question. I haven't picked out specific illne...Hard question. I haven't picked out specific illnesses, but I know that I would resist extensive treatment for something that was almost surely fatal. I lost a friend a couple of months ago to brain cancer, and the illness changed him from a driven lifestyle to one of reflection, joy, and peace. May I leave such a legacyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9928836.post-1165415711921121632006-12-06T09:35:00.000-05:002006-12-06T09:35:00.000-05:00We faced just such a decision when one of our youn...We faced just such a decision when one of our young sons had cancer. After trying for a couple of years to get him cured, we ended up eventually saying "enough is enough". Not an easy decision to make for one so young - he was six when he died. <BR/><BR/>I tend to think you should try treatments, but not try too hard - but it's not a decision I've had to make for my own life yet.reJoycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00231947924991106078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9928836.post-1165414478603353432006-12-06T09:14:00.000-05:002006-12-06T09:14:00.000-05:00Yesterday I learned of a friend of a friend that w...Yesterday I learned of a friend of a friend that was diagnosed with cancer of the esophagus and throat. He has no insurance so they docs at the hospital told him yes you have cancer, but no we cannot treat you because you have no insurance. The emergency room is available to you if you need their services. <BR/>For him the choice is easy. He cannot fight his illness, but he can still live life until the very end.<BR/>I know for myself, the less options I have the better off I am. Too many options make life too complicated and it's easy to lose focus on what is important and be lead astray. <BR/>The lack of choices always makes it easier to make a decision.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com