If you had to end it all...

[BigDallasDick8x6]

[from memory....]

Resume
Razors pain you
Rivers are damp
Acids stain you
Drugs cause cramps
Guns aren't lawful
Nooses give
Gas smells awful
You might as well live
~ Dorothy Parker

 

[silvertriumph2]

Would I end my own life?......Never.

However, if it happened during a...

CHOCOLATE...and.. HOT SEX ORGASM...

Well...that sounds like a good way to go to me! :yup: :yup: :biggrin:

 

[D_Czarova Zucchini]

This way is supposed to be painless.
Going with hydrogen, a more plentiful and cheaper gas, might be more logical.

A suicide bag, also known as an exit bag, is a device consisting of a large, clear plastic bag with a cord used to commit suicide. It is simple to make at home or can be bought over the internet. It is usually used in conjunction with an inert gas like helium or nitrogen, which prevents the panic, sense of suffocation and struggling even when unconscious (the hypercapnic alarm response) caused by the deprivation of oxygen in the presence of carbon dioxide. It also makes the method of death difficult to trace if the bag and gas canister are removed before the death is reported

Suicide bag - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

 

[tripod]

Probably 99% of the people who live with chronic and debilitating pain or an illness(es) usually do not have the means with which to end their suffering and must depend on assisted suicide.

I don't think that suicide is a sin personally.

It's my life and if I want to end it, I should have that right.

It is just sooooooo sad that most of the people are helpless to end their suffering and must depend on "someone else" to do it. That "someone else" will be held responsible by the state for their death and have their life ruined as a result.

Therefore, most people are kept alive waaaaay longer than they should have been. We waste a bunch of money trying to save people that don't want to be saved.

But fuck if it ain't your loved one who wants to die... you'd keep that person alive against their will just to have them here. I know I would even with my strong advocacy for assisted suicide.

I wouldn't want to leave a mess for anyone to have to witness though...

 

[Northland]

I can only imagine how interesting your entire story of survival must be. Do you have a blog of it somewhere?

No, I never did blog the ordeal. I kept a handwritten journal, one which was partially done in retrospect when I was first told what was going on inside of me. I backtracked some six months in time and went with what I recalled- as best as I could.


The quick synopsis:

Sensed something was wrong, stopped cleaning the apartment, stopped buying new clothes and other things (the shower curtain is one example), tried being a hermit, rarely going outdoors, felt nauseous, lost weight, paled, suffered bouts of confusion, felt pain, went to a doctor, had tests, was hospitalized, cut open, closed, consulted, cut open, a part of me was removed, underwent chemo- 3 different regimens, radiation, glowing, puking, hair loss, new hair- cotton balls on my head (the hair went from black to white), grew a beard- it's salt and pepper, to hide the gaunt face. Slowly recovered, played connect the dots where IV needles had been:biggrin1: Ate a ton of ice cream, gradually got better. Along the way I was cursed with diverticulitis and was forced to give up sesame seeds- which I love and last year there was a SBO which sidelined me for a few months (my entire digestive tract is a mess, my intestines guurgle). Hey, I'm alive, so what's the problem? As long as my breathing holds and my thoughts continue, there is no problem, just occasional unpleasant moments. It's life.





As to my journal, a lovely 3 volume set, written in black ink (at times nearly illegible), I placed it in a drawer, waiting until my courage allows me to read it again (read it once in late 2007 and it was too hard to deal with).