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DNR Tatooing

I love to hear that some folks (MD’s especially!?) are getting their end of life wishes tattooed on their chest – right where they would put the paddles if the EMT’s or MD’s  were getting ready to zap some jules of electricity into the unresponsive person to bring that person back from …whereever.  Would a big old” DNR”even  stop them. I wonder. Well, in my estimation it is absolutely worth a try.

With considerable thought,  I would want mine to read “DNI  (Do Not Intubate)” I would definitely want to be allowed to go if some sudden event caused me to be unconscious – an MVA, for instance.  But drugs that The percent of those unresponsive from an MVA who are able regain a meaningful existence is freakishly small. Soon I will be sixty and I have had an absolutely awesome life. That is why I can honestly say even now, that it would be okay to go rather than live to be drastically diminished in my ability to function. It is the intubation that really has the ability to prolong a sudden body fail into a tragically drawn out demise.

I foresee a time when I would want to change the “I” to an” R” after further aging causes all systems to be used up a bit more worn down. But the design properties of those two letters will make that easy. So I will start working on the design. It will definitely be draw on the “Courage my Love” logo that I love so much.

Good bye, old friend.

I recently said goodbye to a friend. We met nearly one year ago when I came to her house to sit while her carer took a break. At first I kept my conversation to a respectful minimum. I waited to see what she wished from me. I sat next to her hospital bed and we watched the news on our local television station. Slowly we began to “gab” a bit. Then a bit more – until that was effortless. But we also had days when I would say next to nothing – following her lead. She always apologized for these quiet days but of course I would have none of it. It was my pleasure – chatting or none – to be removed from my own bizzy-ness for a few hours. And it really was my pleasure.

While we are often admonished to be compassionate, we forget that in order to be of help there must be those in need of help. How often did my friend apologize for needing the help I gave? Nearly every week of that year it seemed. But she gave me an opportunity to do what I am asked to do – be kind – and it was almost effortless. Without her acceptance, I could not have done what needed doing. I will miss her.