Saturday, October 5, 2013
Death And Privilege
He never had the luxury.
At the age of forty, he left early one morning to round at the hospital and never came back. A small blood vessel burst in his brain causing irreparable havoc. By the time we arrived, he was connected to all the appropriate machines. Back then, there was no talk of such things as preexisting wishes. The neurosurgeon, my father's colleague, told us he was gone and the ventilator was removed. His body quickly caught up with his severely damaged brain. He died.
You see, my father passed way before he was afforded the privilege we are discussing today; the privilege of seeing death as a shimmery mirage somewhere in the distant future.
The privilege of having a modicum of control over that which you fear the most is a gift. I humbly offer this to you.
Please take some time to think about your code status and advanced directives.
Posted by Jordan Grumet at 8:37 AM