I have a neurological condition that has already rendered me paraplegic and will gradually take more and more from me, until I am not me anymore . My swallow is already unreliable. I rely on a supra pubic catheter and have a stoma bag.
While my quality of life now is fine, it is very different to my old life. I am surrounded by the best of friends and an incredibly supportive family.
As my disease takes more from me, losing my swallow, the use of my arms, being unable to sit unassisted, needing to be hoisted everytime I need to move, requiring bed baths and having my hair washed over the end of my bed. Losing my speech. Not being able to tell my children I love them again. Or how proud I am of them. Or to laugh with them again.
I am 44. I could live for years, bed bound, unable to communicate, totally reliant on care 24/7.
I have no desire to put my family though that. I don't want to go through that. We have discussed it at length. I wish I lived somewhere where I could make the choice about my life, with the support of my family. Where I could die a 'good' death, surrounded by those who I love with the things - music, scents etc , that comfort me.
Instead I face dying a cruel death, paralysed (for want of a better word,) with a complete loss of facilities, completely reliant on other people to wipe my dribble and use cough assist on me.
No thank you. Not for me.
(I didn't write this for any sympathy, I am as OK as I can be with it all and have reached a level of acceptance.)
Let me choose.