I’ve lost track of how many times I wish I had a magic switch I could just flip to the “off” position…
No more pain, fatigue, or weakness.
No more regrets, worries, fears, or anxieties.
No more needle sticks or IVs.
No more ultrasounds, X-rays, CT scans, MRIs, bone scans, and PET scans.
No more surgeries or invasive procedures.
No more wounds or sutures.
No more infections or antibiotics.
No more EKGs, blood draws, or urine samples.
No more infusions or radiation.
No more false negatives or false positives.
No more biopsies.
No more colonoscopies, EGDs, or cystoscopies.
No more waiting, waiting, and more waiting.
No more mindless and heartless bureaucracy.
No more telephone tag.
No more medical bills.
No more root canals.
No more hard decisions.
No more having to file an effing tax return.
Of course, this magic switch would provide instant and totally painless relief for my survivors as well—leaving them all without grief, guilt, regrets—and with nothing but happy memories of me.
Such a switch does not exist, of course.
If such a switch did exist, I would have flipped it on many occasions—without hesitation—and without even a hint of sadness, guilt, anger, doubt, or fear.
All that said, please don’t worry about me. I am still here. I still have many things to live for. And my exit plan does not include the “S-word”.
But be advised: My exit plan does include the option of dying with dignity.