This is hitting me far too hard right now.
This weekend makes it a year since my stepfather died. He had MS since the late 70s. Many different medications and treatments were tried over the years, but MS is chronic. It exacerbated in 1994 and 1998, and by 2001, he got to the point that couldn't swallow anymore. He had to go on a feeding tube, and by late 2003, his body couldn't take all the multi tubes. He had a kidney infection that wouldn't be able to be cured...it would just keep prolonging the inevitable if we fixed it. He was already a vegetable who could no longer talk, but could move his head a little. He had a living will saying not to keep him on this sort of life support, but we still had to make the decision of when to remove the tube. They kept adjusting the "food" doses to what his body could handle (as low as a teaspoon/day), until finally in March, it had to be taken out. I'm not even going into the hell some of his family gave us even though they almost NEVER did anything over the years, and there WAS a living will that allowed my mother to make a decision. The man's body just wore out. I'm still not over this. I took care of him since I was 15. I feel more guilt than I ever thought I could even though I know it was the humane thing to do. But my mom has advanced MS too, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to do something similar down the line.
I know the situation is different, but this news story has just culminated at an awfully painful time for me, and I kinda needed to share.
Updated On: 3/19/05 at 11:26 AM