We went through this last year. My dad was 83 when he died. He had about 10 strokes, only about 3 of which were serious, in the last 8 years of his life. His eyesight was very poor, his mobility was minimal, and he had Parkinsons. They discovered a cancerous tumor on his colon. After the operation, we had to send him to a nursing home to recover. After about 10 days there, they sent him back to the hospital with a fever and a clogged feeding tube in his stomach.
They determined that he had a major infection of the stomach and that they had to operate or else he would certainly die. When they removed as much of the infected material as they could, they noticed the top quarter of the stomach was perforated and he had a bleeding ulcer underneath. The patched it up as best they could.
He never regained full consciouness as best we could tell and he died about 5 days after the stomach operation. My mother was with him for about three minutes that Monday morning when he stopped breathing. We had established a DNR order. If they attempted to revive him, it is possible that he could have recovered and lived another year or two. But all he would have to look forward to is a year or more of being bedridden and senile.
In this case, we could have gone out of our way to squeeze a few more years out of him, but at a certain point - one has to let go for the sake of the afflicted. Who wants to live as long as possible with a major affliction? Is it proper to let someone endure every exquisite pain cancer, parkinsons, or alzhiemers can inflict?
I think people lose their perspective regarding death. Death is a blessing and a remarkable spiritual journey back to God.
I think the first thing I will exclaim in the second life is: “No more trips to the dental chair! Hallelujiah!!!”
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