I’m going to visit my daughter and her family and am very anxious. I have never been on a plane by myself before and this is when it all started.
Normally if I am on a trip I am going away with my husband but he is too ill to travel.
At 79 I thought I still had it in me. I was a very independent person, so until a week before I didn’t even give flying to another country a thought... and then I got the jitters.
Well I got to the airport and missed my flight so arrived at my destination about 10 or so hours after I was supposed to.
Arriving at my destination was quite an experience. There were about 500 or more young teenage girls all cheering and waving as I walked through the terminal.
I was thinking, well well well, they are pleased I finally made it, so I proudly put on my queen wave and waved back at them. Well, I thought, I’ve never in my whole entire life had this much attention.
I got that wrong didn’t I. I was being pushed and shoved by crowds of girls trying to touch a young man beside me before the police came and escorted him away,
Apparently he was an American rock star, Justin Bieber.
I was also whisked away by a lovely police women that had been on the look out for me after my flying from Melbourne to another state and then on to the right destination. No one had informed my family I had missed the plane and caught another, so I was officially lost.
My grandson was one of the police personnel at the airport I had arrived at and had tracked me down, hence I got preferential treatment on arrival.
I don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t. I felt quite alone and frightened.
On my return flight I was just as anxious and this was the first time I realised I wasn’t getting any younger.
This was to be my Last trip out of the country. Life from then on started to go down hill.
First there was the dizziness. It never went away. I had good days and bad, mostly bad.
By the time I was 82 I just wanted to stay in bed because I was scared I would fall over.
By the time I was 84 I was falling over and blacking out every 2 weeks or so. This left me battered and bruised. I was like a pin cushion every time I went to a doctor or hospital and a million different concoctions of medication.
So by this age I am thinking, Euthanasia, why haven’t I got the right to say when I have had enough. After all a person of my age should have rights.
If I were a dog you would put me out of my misery, but NO, I am a human so I have to suffer.
86 years old. I don’t get out of bed anymore. I just sit in bed and listen to the TV. My eyesight is failing and I can’t hear well.
My husband just lies beside me. He can’t hear and can only see out of one eye.
Why do we not have rights? Why should it not be our choice?
87, I can now add toileting problems to the list and have to be hospitalised every 2 weeks or so. During one of my visits to the hospital my husband is home alone and passed away from undiagnosed pneumonia.
This was devastating and the trauma caused me to add memory loss to much growing problems.
88, I can’t look after myself and am forced into a nursing facility and still I live on and have no choice.
Days turn to nights, nights turn to day. I lie in bed and wait for the end.
I am nearly 89 and have no quality of life. I barely remember anything as dementia has set in.
I have no rights.
This story is based on my mother who strongly believed in euthanasia but unfortunately does not live in the right country.
Sad but true.
I can never understand how we can treat animals with the dignity they deserve but we refuse to do the same for humans.
I believe that if we are lucky enough to reach old age we should be able to make our own choices. Of course there are a lot of elderly people in the world that are very healthy and live wonderful lives.
But if you are not, then what?