When my time comes
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.