Nope. Even if a cure was on a cure was on the horizon. Its tough when its someone else though. My father had alzheimers. Initially it was like well he like to walk around and eat and sing. There is some quality of life. Eventually though he could not swallow whole food and was in a wheelchair when not in bed and his hands had curled up. It was clear that if it were I in that condition I would like a nice does of barbituates.
Alzheimer surely is one of the meanest things nature could throw at us.
There’s that spot somewhere in the degradation where you probably stop understanding your situation. I would like to go just before that and not going bad to mental childhood
Im not to worried about the child thing other than my life is basically pointless at that point and I honestly don’t see much of a point of the cost of my being alive at that point. The bigger thing to me is actually the physical. Not being able to feed yourself or eat solid food, not being able to get around by myself. The whole fingers and toes curling up which moves to arms and legs. The thing with the mental state is if you had full cognition and adequate support. Like hawking. Then you still have quality of life in terms of mental stimulation. If your mind is gone but your still good physically then there is a sorta quality of life. You can have some childlike happiness. But man once both go beyond a certain point (and the mental really goes first) its just omg bring the sweet relief.
True true. Though it’s not just a black or white state where you just enjoy childish happiness again maybe. You’re slowly gliding into this oblivion. Often still fully aware what is happening. And the sadness you bring to those that love you. I couldn’t stand this point.
Either way, this is one of the many illnesses that, to me, count as a proof that there is no god.
Get your living will done, my dude. If you don’t make your wishes known, you’ll traumatize some EMS who has to perform a very crunchy CPR on you. My dad, a former EMS, has a “no aerobics” DNR set up so he won’t be someone else’s trauma.
Nope. Even if a cure was on a cure was on the horizon. Its tough when its someone else though. My father had alzheimers. Initially it was like well he like to walk around and eat and sing. There is some quality of life. Eventually though he could not swallow whole food and was in a wheelchair when not in bed and his hands had curled up. It was clear that if it were I in that condition I would like a nice does of barbituates.
Alzheimer surely is one of the meanest things nature could throw at us. There’s that spot somewhere in the degradation where you probably stop understanding your situation. I would like to go just before that and not going bad to mental childhood
Im not to worried about the child thing other than my life is basically pointless at that point and I honestly don’t see much of a point of the cost of my being alive at that point. The bigger thing to me is actually the physical. Not being able to feed yourself or eat solid food, not being able to get around by myself. The whole fingers and toes curling up which moves to arms and legs. The thing with the mental state is if you had full cognition and adequate support. Like hawking. Then you still have quality of life in terms of mental stimulation. If your mind is gone but your still good physically then there is a sorta quality of life. You can have some childlike happiness. But man once both go beyond a certain point (and the mental really goes first) its just omg bring the sweet relief.
True true. Though it’s not just a black or white state where you just enjoy childish happiness again maybe. You’re slowly gliding into this oblivion. Often still fully aware what is happening. And the sadness you bring to those that love you. I couldn’t stand this point. Either way, this is one of the many illnesses that, to me, count as a proof that there is no god.
Get your living will done, my dude. If you don’t make your wishes known, you’ll traumatize some EMS who has to perform a very crunchy CPR on you. My dad, a former EMS, has a “no aerobics” DNR set up so he won’t be someone else’s trauma.
Thats all well and good but there is no death with dignity here and I have seen the horribleness of hospice.