its 6:38 am and we are deep in the forest with a dying women, as the daughter stands over her the rain comes down soft on the old tin roof. we can see the hurt in the faimilies eyes as the patient cries and moans, her body swollen two times her normal size, do we kill her and take her from her hell. will this suffering ever end, her body temp 106, bp 54/40, her eyes hollow and empty as if she is not there anymore, pluse rate has fallen to nothing but a wisper, should we just let her go, should we help her to the void. God rest her oh please rest her, this is the way mother went and we all suffered for days and days, it was as if we were locked into some hellish place and now having to relive this was almost to much. radio host by day and keeper of the death drug at night, should we kill grandma and stop this hurting, this suffering. she looks up at us with a dead blank stair and lets out a scream that runs through my soul. oh God what shall we do, what can we do.we love our seniors so much and the family looks up to us and watch our every move. is it time to play God, is it time to kill her, just a little extra and she will pass, we do this so much and to so many. we die with them every week, we have never pushed that extra hit, oh but how we have wanted to, let her pass into your arms father, please take her. what are you all doing this morning. now its back to the studio.
Posted on: Sat, 14 Sep 2013 14:03:33 +0000