Upon further reflection on the subject, I'm not sure if Emmanuel actually wants to die at 75, so much as accept death at 75 if the alternative is costly, inconvenient and life limiting drugs and procedures and a reduced quality of life.
I've always looked at life as being pretty much a crapshoot.I've seen people died at very young ages who took care of themselves and had a good outlook on life.
and I've seen miserable old turds drink a bottle of vodka a day up until 75 years old and then switch to a case of beer and still go strong at 88 with very little ill effects except making everybody around him miserable.
if you look closely on the bottom of your feet there is an expiry date stamp their.
I have mixed feelings on this since I am seventy five. We'll address it again in ten or fifteen years.....
As it should be, but this was one of the fools that wrote Obamacare and wants this for everyone.As long as he is talking only of himself and not deciding that somebody else should die at 75.
I have mixed feelings on this since I am seventy five. We'll address it again in ten or fifteen years.....
I can appreciate people wanting to avoid grief but under the same conditions somebody in that condition might want (those) people to stop saving him from near fatal accidents.Dad turns 80 on the 22nd. He lost his pride ten years ago to prostate cancer, his leg four years ago to a chainsaw accident and his mind two years ago to Altzheimers. Mixed feelings? You bet. Want to see him gone? Never.
Nature and health care restrictions are cruel enough. Who needs bean counters to decide?
Most people don't give much thought to their death. Might be a good thing to think about. Preparing. Picking an age.
You mean for yourself or for your noisly no good neighbors?Most people don't give much thought to their death. Might be a good thing to think about. Preparing. Picking an age.
I can appreciate people wanting to avoid grief but under the same conditions somebody in that condition might want (those) people to stop saving him from near fatal accidents.
Dad turns 80 on the 22nd. He lost his pride ten years ago to prostate cancer, his leg four years ago to a chainsaw accident and his mind two years ago to Altzheimers. Mixed feelings? You bet. Want to see him gone? Never.
Nature and health care restrictions are cruel enough. Who needs bean counters to decide?
My wife has korsakoffs and no longer knows me or the children. We discussed years ago, this type of eventuality. She said she wouldn't want to hang on. I don't wish for her death but once she is unable to walk and communicate I hope for her sake it comes sooner rather than later.
I can empathize. My wife - ex, but the mother of my kids and a good friend - went in less than 3 months with brain cancer. Watching Dad is much like watching the wife go in slow motion. You never feel so useless as when you know there's not a thing you can do.