My best friend's father died of cancer and spent his final weeks in alternate agony and morpheus curling up into a waxy shell of himself in a stinking bed, I never ever understood why he didn't pick a moment before hand and just stop it all on a high. Quite frankly the nurses killed him off anyway out of kindness, as they nearly always do, so why not just take the morphine on a good day in the sunshine while listening to the cricket?
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Date: 2010-06-05 11:08 am (UTC)My best friend's father died of cancer and spent his final weeks in alternate agony and morpheus curling up into a waxy shell of himself in a stinking bed, I never ever understood why he didn't pick a moment before hand and just stop it all on a high. Quite frankly the nurses killed him off anyway out of kindness, as they nearly always do, so why not just take the morphine on a good day in the sunshine while listening to the cricket?