A friend has chosen to end their life on Sunday. They have cancer. The state they live in allows death with dignity. They cannot leave the hospital currently. Their oxygen needs are beyond what the portable tanks can supply. There is nothing more to be said about it, for now. It has all come as quite a shock, and reminder.
North Carolina has no dignity, though of course plenty of death. There is a resolution (H410) being lobbied for at the moment. I'm thinking of myself now, if you can't tell. It might have to be suicide the old-fashioned way, if things come to that. I've given up California residency, and it takes a year to re-establish. There just might not be enough time, when the time comes. Perhaps I can challenge Death to a chess match on the beach.
Of course I'm thinking of myself, that's what death is for. I have a friend that could hardly stand to discuss our mutual friend's condition. It took them less than two sentences to shift the conversation towards themselves when confronted with the information. I'd say, despicable, but I'm no better. This blog proves it. It is useless except as a resource of evidence against me. Since returning here I have tried to write more anonymously, as CS does, but the cat is already out of the bag, as they say. If you prefer your idioms to reference livestock fraud.
So, here I am again, stepping bravely once more into the known.
Your love, thanks, and adoration is what feeds my soul.
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