At least I hope so. I hope that this page is cached so it can be used as proof in case I am ever in Terry Schiavo's situation.
Let me be clear. I am more concerned with quality of life than quantity. If I am ever rendered helpless through disease or some freak accident involving a moped and one of Liberace's elaborate diamond rings and can no longer survive without the assistance of machines or other people taking care of me 24-7, I do not wish to be kept alive.
Life is meant to be lived. While I feel sorry for Terry's parents, I'm even more sorry for Terry. I wouldn't want to live like that. I'm still not 100% convinced she's "there" and that what grunts and movements you see on old videos isn't anything more than reflexes. At that point, it wouldn't bother me if her parents cared for her and kept the shell of her body alive (although I find it disturbing, it's not my call).
But, if I was trapped in a body I could not control, where the best I could managed was a grimace or spasm like movement, I'd pray that my family would let me die in peace. Life isn't worth living at that point. I hope Terry isn't there. I hope she's long passed on. Because if I were in her shoes, I'd want to die and I wouldn't want that fate on anyone.
I don't want to spend my final years locked in a nursing home, wasting away. Even shy of a vegetative state, I would rather take the ultimate test of finding out if there really is a God. Don't let me sit there, useless to society, sucking up people's time and money just to keep my heart beating. Better things await for me, be it heaven or oblivion.
And if there's ever a court battle over removing my feeding tube, I pray someone looks up this post in Google's cache.
Update
michele seems to be on the same page as me.
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Friday, March 18, 2005 12:55 PM