If you have read my stuff over the past 20 months, you know I’m sick. Let’s push aside the depression issue that came with a few episodes and stick with the cancer diagnosis. It’s killing me slowly and I have a new plan.
I’m going to help it along in a more definite way.
There have been talks with doctors. Talks with lawyers. And recently had a more exacting series of discussions with a few people so that we understand what I need to do and what I need from them.
In Massachusetts they don’t look kindly on people ending their lives. It’s a criminal act and in some ways a financial lose if your insurance company wants to be difficult.
I’ve made sure to map out those details so there is no issue. And cashing in my policy was easier than I thought. A phone call, sign a piece of paper and the money was in my account a few days later.
There’s a stack of pills that could make even the best college rave a tame event. Whenever they shifted some medicine, I just kept the leftovers. And for anyone who has dealt with cancer or really any long term illness, they know the piles of colorful little capsules and tablets. [the economist in me only sees the colossal waste in all of this!]
That conversation I tried to talk a out yesterday, all about how someone basically insisted on being there to hold my hand. The argument that went with exposing someone to the potential pain. I was loudly reminded that whether she was in the room or not it was going to hurt. And the less said about the other people who have offered to stand in a room the better!
In plenty of things, control is a illusion. We try to plan but something always gets lost along the way.
Not this time. In my mind those things don’t matter anymore. Which is where my mistake resides, I get that.
So I picked a date. Circled in my mind. There are no triggers for anyone. For a brief moment I came up with a different date, but realized I chose for the wrong reason. Revenge. [yeah, still have some anger issues that fortunately remain mostly under control!]
There are a few things I want to do over the time I have left. Simple things like visit my daughter’s resting place one more time. [at least before I take up residence?] Go to the aquarium and watch some penguins? And definitely go sit at that baseball field I played so many hours on and remember when the only concern was keeping my eye focused on the ball.
So I have a plan.