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Quote by: nilan3000  And as for donation of organs and stuff, if it is removed from one man's body and used to end another's suffering, why stop it? What in hell (no pun intended) is a dead man going to do with his organs anyway? |
Myself personally (Not trying to impose my beliefs on anyone here) I feel that if I die, my entire body should die with me..... if I have an organ or body part still alive after my death, my atoms and energy is still alive, and I wouldn't be completely at peace, being both alive and dead. It would be the blood of the new body going through them, but it's still my DNA being kept alive.
If I'm gonna die, then let me die completely.
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I'm thinking you must not use penicillin either. Wouldn't want to cheat death. Don't you realize that death ALWAYS wins in the end? Most of the time it's a real GOOD thing to put that off a while if possible, don't you think?
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Nope, I don't use it..... nor do I use anything for my colds of flus. I do not donate blood, nor would I accept a blood transfusion. I let my immune system take care of me, and any alternate narcotics to influence my body (Medically) would lower my immune system's strength.
This is the case with Antibiotics and how continually using them produces stronger resistance from infections and viruses over time. They're a quick fix for the time being but in the end, they will weaken your ability to fight off what you need to.
Death does always win in the end, and I accepted this. When it is my time to go I will go.
I suppose I should explain my method of madness here:
I come from a family that is strong in Roman Catholic upbringing. They have a nack for not looking towards suicide or assisted suicide, and the prolonging of one's life. My grandmother was having a slow stroke for about a week but never told anybody about it, because she didn't want to be stuck in a hospital for the rest of her days, and I didn't blame her. When my grandfather finally noticed something was terribly wrong he took her to the hospital, where she was put on life support for about two weeks. She couldn't talk because of the tubes in her mouth, and all she could do was look at us, move her hands and everytime she did, she was told to rest and relax.... so she just gave up trying to communicate and just waited.
Eventually after two weeks of suffering like this, they decided to take her off the life support and see if she can come out of it..... she didn't and she died shortly after. I didn't have the heart to tell my family her wishes, I could see it in her eyes, but my family cared too much.
My grandfather on the other side of my family knew he didn't want that to happen to him when his time came. He had a similar situation. He had 3 strokes before and he knew the fourth would do him in, or put him in a hospital for the rest of his days. When he felt it coming on, he took the family out to the lake and to the camp that he built with his own hands. My grandmother noticed something was up, but he kept quiet.
When everyone was busy, he walked deep into the woods and lied down to die, in the place he loved the most. I think it was either my cousin or my aunt who found him..... but he died the way he wanted.
Myself, I want to do the same. When my time comes, I will embrace it. I do not want to cheat my death, because my death will be the finishing line of my life and my legacy. What I have experienced in my life, I will take with me where ever I go. I have no regrets. My life hasn't been the easiest, or the best in the world, nor has it been the most horrid and shitty. It is my life and I accept what comes my way. My life is like no one else's.
I want to live a pure life, and I want to have a pure death. If I get into an accident, I will fight for my life, but I will let my body and mind fight it, not some assisted machine or operation that will cheat me out of my "Natural Life"
Weither my reasoning is flawed or not, it is how I live.