Writing my life away

I love to write. I wrote as a little girl and found it again after having three kids. This will be a way for me to 'keep up' with getting published. Since I'm not published, I hope this will keep me on target and not stray.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

When my time comes

Death is never easy. I guess it's not meant to be. But I notice repeatedly something that I beg and plead- Don't let that happen to me--
I lost two aunts to cancer. I don't like and will never enjoy that. But my heart constricts and screams at being doped up on morphine at the time of death.

I feel so weird about that. I don't know why, but I feel more like it's an overdose on morphine that does the killing. Which logically I know that's wrong- or at least supposed to be wrong in my way of thinking. (Hope that wasn't confusing) So rewording. Logically I know it's the cancer not the morphine that kills people under care. Better? hope so.

Doesn't help me any. No matter what logic tells me. If I'm ever in that shape please somebody, don't let anyone give me morphine. I want to cry just thinking about it.

Well That's my rant/ fear/ wacko thoughts for the day.
Take care and be healthy.

1 Comments:

  • At 3:01 PM, Blogger Silma said…

    {{{Maria}}} My aunt died of cancer too. So I know what you're talking about. It's a scary thought. However, when I remember in how much pain she was, being doped doesn't sound like a bad idea.

     

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