A health care directive contains many decisions, for various what ifs. Including explicit instructions regarding what will happen with your remains, beyond burial vs cremation, is very helpful. There are ethical considerations, and if you do not express your decisions, others will be left to decide.
A poem for Mr Thornton, who went to Switzerland to die. Who shared a vital story, as he gave his reasons why, With his darling by his side, with a love filled heart, He took control, the best he could, on how he would depart, I did not know this brave man, but his story …
A beautiful news story which inspired a poem: A life is honoured. Valued. Celebrated. A simple wish it was. A wish that became a goal. A wish that had a plan. With love, with support, a wish becomes a memory to hold
As Death stood by, The Dying was zwischen: In a place in between. They say you can’t predict your death. But it will happen. Most of us hope for a peaceful death…the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep. Every honest gambler knows…the game’s ending may not be known, the …
What follows is a poem relecting on the ‘to opt-in or to opt-out’ organ donation debate. It is inspired by this Australian news article. This is me, trying to decide….because opt-in or opt-out, a decision must be made. Opt-out systems do not sit well with me, because to actively opt-out judges you an a#$😱hole, even …
What is Care? Is Care… love? or is care providing basic needs? Is Care a service? Can you put a price on care? Can care truly be outsourced? Reports of abuse in dementia care, neglect in child care…nursing units understaffed, under paid…leave us concerned about the level of care we may actually receive. We …
They say you can’t predict your death. But it will happen. Most of us hope for a peaceful death…the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep. Every honest gambler knows…the game’s ending may not be known, the way it will play out is out of our control. But you can …
Like a breeze through a willow by a sleepy brook I will gently caress you Like the soft sun in Spring I’ll bathe you in love and warmth Like the moon when it’s full I’ll light your way I will never leave you I will always be there I’m the breeze across your …
A poem of vehmnent bemusement inspired by this article “Stop having kids” say VHEMT, With obvious narcissistic intent, “Enjoy your long life full of pleasures Using up all Earth’s natural treasures, No need to change your unethical ways Or your environmentally destructive sways Live big, free of burden and responsibility Who cares about generational …
What follows has grown from a dream, or a short visual sequence as I awoke, that stuck with me. The vision: a woman swims in a luxury, private pool. She dives deep, enjoying the silence and time with her thoughts, the weightlessness, the agility. A man thinks she is drowning, he jumps in, tries to …
