There are apparently quite a wide range of people who feel compelled either by illness or age to ask
a disciple of the much-publicized Dr. Kevorkian to help them kill themselves. Now, is it just me, or does it seem that if
you can't kill yourself you might as well wait a week or two because you're not long for this world anyway? Really, if you
have to ask for someone's assistance, aren't you already aware of your extreme sickness? Can't you put aside the petty, selfish
want to relieve that pain or illness and enjoy your last few days or weeks or months? Are we so self-serving in this day and
age? Are we so helpless that we have to ask someone else to kill us now? Don't we have the nerve to just slit our own wrists
quietly by ourselves? And if not, oh what a bunch of pansy-assed, cry babies we have become!
I don't speak from the comfy chair of inexperience, as I'm sure some of you assume. I've spent more
than my fair share in the hospital because I do have chronic illnesses that will become terminal as they progress. However,
I deal with these diseases every moment of every day and I value all of my time - be it spent in my home, the doctor's office,
or even ICU. Do I complain? Yes, but my complaints are fleeting - pain, discomfort, inconvenience - these things are nothing
compared to the time I spend with my friends and family when I am able. I live and work around my less-than-fortunate genetic
problems. I always have and I always will.
