When I was a child, my favorite book was Thumper...the rabbit in Bambi, who had the habit of thumping his hind foot as a means of expressing his feelings. I would beg my mother to read and reread this book and hear the admonition "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all"

My mother on the other hand, was a firm believer that "the squeaky wheel, gets the oil".

Somewhere in there is how I try to operate this slippery slope I find myself on. I've been quiet because I have nothing nice to say right now.

I was going to bump up the old Assisted Suicide/Right to Die thread but I saw no point in it. As I have said here and on BT years ago that I am a firm believer in the quality of our lives. My dear friend who is dying struggled with this vs chemo for her rapidly progressing cancer...her husband, who loves her dearly, persuaded her to try chemo and a new test drug...the results of which were ghastly and she ended up hospitalized and in agony.

The things we do for "love". Went out with two couples last night and I really tried to "be there" but really wasn't. My dr. doesn't want me to isolate myself so I try to go, do, be things that I can't, things that stress me.
People who know me, mean well and they want to help. For the most part they don't "get it"...how could they..neither do I.

I just wanted to explain my absence here. Hugs for the room.