Someone, he doesn't even know, has written him an email and basically said, "I'm tired of hearing from you and about you. Stop your whining and die". How dare you! How dare you even suppose you know what he is dealing with. How dare you even suppose you know the pain he's in. How dare you!
I would not wish what my son is going through right now on anyone else. I would not wish it on any other wife or parent and yet there are thousands out there dealing with the same thing. How dare you suppose that you know anything about the pain we all experience every day. How do you think you would feel and deal with the fact that every single minute of your life you constantly have to think about your death; knowing that you could die at any moment from something you have no control over. Yes, you could get hit by a bus when you're crossing the proverbial road. However, you have the choice to look both ways before crossing that road and make the decision to cross or not cross. My son has lost those choices.
How would you like your options to be, " do I want to take another drug that makes me sick all the time, leaves me where I don't know anymore what it feels like to not be nauseated, leaves me in rashes so painful I can barely move, splits the skin on my hands and feet until they bleed, leaves me so weak I can barely move (and yet last night before he got your email he set his cane aside, got down on his hands and knees and changed the tire on their car that had blown knowing how much pain that would leave him in because it's something he could force his body to do), has taken the ability of playing his guitar and singing away from him because his fingers are split and numb and his mouth is full of sores, leaves him where he can barely breath and has to fight for every breath....yet in in all of this he expresses joy and thankfulness for the life he still has. It's easy for whoever you are to say, just lay down, shut up and die. Why don't you try it! How dare you suppose to know anything about it. How dare you to send a cowardly email and rant and rave at him about still being here and talking about his journey. How dare you use this opportunity to raise your ugly head and prevent someone who's dying from experiencing the support and love that he receives from everyone through various forms of social media.
If you don't want to see the comments about his life in the various forms of social media he uses, don't read them. "Hide" his comments on Face book. Don't berate him because he still has a life and you don't. How dare you think you have that right! How dare you try and take that form of communication from him and try to make him feel guilty because he's still breathing.
Next time you think it's okay to berate someone who is dying because they're living longer than anticipate why don't you try and rejoice in the fact that someone has beat the odds they were given and be thankful that they and they're families have them for just a little bit longer. Let me ask you, just exactly how do you think your mother would react if you were in the same situation and someone wrote an email to you like you just sent to my son.
What a selfish person you are. Shame on you.
1 comment:
you go Mom!!
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