My grandmother was diagnosed with bone cancer when I was in elementary school. I think she was in her 50's when the disease disfigured her beautiful face, and then she spent nearly 30 years slowly dying. A year after she died, my grandfather also died. Strange how that happens.
None of us wanted to see my grandmother in pain and gradually disintegrating. It was more frustrating, and I can't imagine how difficult, for my grandfather.
People may say we have a right to die with dignity, then try to tell us that we can't decide our own method.
Thank you for sharing your story. I'll be waiting for Part 2.
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My grandmother was diagnosed with bone cancer when I was in elementary school. I think she was in her 50's when the disease disfigured her beautiful face, and then she spent nearly 30 years slowly dying. A year after she died, my grandfather also died. Strange how that happens.
None of us wanted to see my grandmother in pain and gradually disintegrating. It was more frustrating, and I can't imagine how difficult, for my grandfather.
People may say we have a right to die with dignity, then try to tell us that we can't decide our own method.
Thank you for sharing your story. I'll be waiting for Part 2.
April 2, 2008 - 7:54pmThis Comment
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