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Made me go hmmmmmm.....

Okay... final comments on Terri Schiavo. I had several posts and several comments about Terri. My brother of course (bastard) has made me rethink my stand. I was really only looking at the situation from my husband's point of view. However, not to long ago I saw things (somewhat) from Terri's families point of view. I really mean "somewhat" because there is only a small link. My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and her live-in boyfriend (husband of less than a year when she died)encouraged a completely "natural" form of treatment instead of the more aggressive treatments her doctors suggested. About a year later it had spread and was incurable. She of course died when it may have been prevented. We do not know for sure and I guess like Terri's parents I would like to have done everything possible from beginning to end and I absolutely did not agree with her husband. It got ugly and I try not to think about it but Big Brother made a great point. What If? I am just so confused now. If it was my husband I know he would be doing all he could to be sure that the right decision was made and He is sure of what I would want if I was in a vegetative state. What if she is not in a complete vegetative state? Why won't he let them do a few more tests just to be sure? What if I was her family? Oh good grief I do not envy anyone in that mess.....I just do not know now!!!! I (believe it or not) cannot form a concise opinion on the matter. Ugh!!!!!
What if my Mother's husband had pushed for the more radical treatments and she had survived? What if they do more tests and find Terri is not in a vegetative state? What if Terri does rehab and gets better and stronger than she is now? What if they do not do the tests and Terri's poor family has to always ask "what if" like we do? No more...I am gonna go crazy...I love to be in ignorant bliss sometimes...Damn that brother for actually making me see things from all sides!!!!;)

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