Due to having a sister with frontal lobe dementia, you, yourself, see it coming on. The slow death. It’s not a one-night thing. Worst- that you know it’s fucked up and going to get worse, as lucidity fades. The person you grew up with is gone. In their place, instead of the girl who ran The Ohio Village and also workd in their Ohio Historical Society’s Library of
Genealogy, before computers. Who then went and got a double Masters in Library Science and History Archives, which caused her to be shopped and hired to work on the A.Lincoln Papers in IL., then back home to become the Ohio Dept. of Health’s Archivist. Now? Now she can’t remember the date. Calls all hours to check on it. Cannot take care of herself other than the repeated lifelong simple habits. Wears two left or two right shoes as a pair. Etc.Etc.Etc. Oh- and the banshee shows up to scream, shout, yell, kick, hit, throw, push, etcetcetc. Or is sneaky- did you take those pills? Is that a clean shirt? Did you eat all that candy as your dinner, before dinner? How’s about the hours and hours in bed sleeping, and if left, she goes right back for 14 more hours.
Care to join us? No. But, hell’s bells, I couldn’t end her life either!
(Besides there’s the point that she’d try to kill me, also!)
Oh- and that promise to kill you if bad off, joking or not- they won’t, and it’s not fair to ask them. And yes, they’ll get prosecuted by someone looking to make their own political chops who doesn’t get it, want to get it, nor care.
If it’s a murder-suicide? Make damn sure your aim is true.
But you can have Power of Medical Attny. (legal doc) Do Not put any 2 people’s names down. Pick One. Choose the one who doesn’t have a problem with money. As in : miserly.
I cared for Me ‘Mither for the last six months of her life. She had breast cancer which went to the spine. I watched my best friend die.
While in the hospital the very last week, my brother and his wife came in so that I could go down to get something to eat without hurrying to get back. They didn’t visit but once or twice that week. I should’ve known better, but I was so damned tired. My brother had mentioned before how much $ it was costing in the hospital, that after four days, she should go to a home! I don’t recall my exact wording…it did contain about her money, she that she worked hard and earned, and that the hospital said she would not last through the travel changes. (She lived on her own, did everything and sharper than any other brilliant person I have had the pleasure of knowing. Until she did not feel well on her 91st B-day…)
I found out that while eating that scrumptious hospital fare, my sibling had my Mom’s oxygen levels cut back two points. The nurse happened to mention it when I returned. After the magnitude 2 billion on the Richter scale fit I had, no-one touched anything. Ever. Said the POMA designate. Choose only one and make the most-excellent nurses (seriously- most are) understand just whom it is who has the ‘power’ to do what.
I’ve never forgiven my sibling that deliberate horrid ‘faux pas’. I Never will.
I had figured I would have to chase out the Dr.‘s on their rounds with their assistants- clip boards in hand, and students clumsily soaking in the God-like essence. From our wordless communications via body movements alone, I knew she could hear what the walking sphincter was preaching- so they got booted out to talk only in the hallway. I won’t explain what happened when the clergy person came in to actually voice the words for Ma to ‘just let go….’. Funny, they can run pretty fast, also!
I am telling you this to get the message through: No, they won’t OFF you. Even if you beg.
And the other: Get a legal POMA to name the one who gets to scare the living hell out of any of the bountiful pool of ‘stupid’. Or you’re screwed, and in worse pain.
Also- could this person take you off the machines if it all comes to that? If it will fuck it up for them, mentally and physically, later, you should then look elsewhere.
Sorry for length.