Penny, death, a personal reflection
There was a time when life seemed to be straightforward and almost endless. It comes with age I guess that we all realise our mortality and the shortness of life. The last year of Penny's life added a depth to that realisation.
Losing Kristy to cancer came as a sudden shock. But the suddenness of that was far easier to deal with than the protracted death that Penny went through. What is the point of months, and for some people years, of just lying in bed with little to look forward to and no real hope of anything better.
Amongst other things this made me reflect on what was once for me a very simple attitude toward assisted suicides. They were a no no. Penny was in no pain and was enjoying seeing people and having some purpose to life. She also had the underlying attitude of a child looking forward to Christmas. Death for her was to be akin to waking up on Christmas morning. But my heart goes out to those who have no such hope; who suffer constant pain and simply go on surviving.
Penny got to an encouraging stage of getting out of bed on her own and walking a little. But the cruel twist was that it was the chemo that put her in bed in the first place, whilst the cancer went on unabated. It was the chemo that aged her and took her hair, not the cancer. How many people go through the pain of false hope and not knowing that there is more to life than this life!
Losing Kristy to cancer came as a sudden shock. But the suddenness of that was far easier to deal with than the protracted death that Penny went through. What is the point of months, and for some people years, of just lying in bed with little to look forward to and no real hope of anything better.
Amongst other things this made me reflect on what was once for me a very simple attitude toward assisted suicides. They were a no no. Penny was in no pain and was enjoying seeing people and having some purpose to life. She also had the underlying attitude of a child looking forward to Christmas. Death for her was to be akin to waking up on Christmas morning. But my heart goes out to those who have no such hope; who suffer constant pain and simply go on surviving.
Penny got to an encouraging stage of getting out of bed on her own and walking a little. But the cruel twist was that it was the chemo that put her in bed in the first place, whilst the cancer went on unabated. It was the chemo that aged her and took her hair, not the cancer. How many people go through the pain of false hope and not knowing that there is more to life than this life!

