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Death Thread

  1. paradigmsearch profile image91
    paradigmsearchposted 2 years ago

    This is the thread no one responds to.

    Been there, done that.

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      calculus-geometryposted 2 years agoin reply to this

      Are you feeling ok?

      1. paradigmsearch profile image91
        paradigmsearchposted 2 years agoin reply to this

        Yes, would you like to play?

  2. ChristinS profile image94
    ChristinSposted 2 years ago

    Hey look - it's life after death wink  Of course it would be better if I waited 5 years to bring it back like we do with so many other zombified threads... oh well.

    1. paradigmsearch profile image91
      paradigmsearchposted 2 years agoin reply to this

      I do not understand zombie and 5 years, but I am willing to work with you.

      In fact, I feel a meme coming on...

      1. ChristinS profile image94
        ChristinSposted 2 years agoin reply to this

        zombified - meaning brought back to life when they should have been allowed to RIP and a fresh thread started that was relevant to current times.  smile  I like memes they're fun.

        1. paradigmsearch profile image91
          paradigmsearchposted 2 years agoin reply to this

          How seriously you like to play?

  3. DzyMsLizzy profile image96
    DzyMsLizzyposted 2 years ago

    Death--Life--to be or not to be, that is the eternal question.

    The trouble with life is, you don't get out of it alive.

    But maybe you go around again.  I kind of think so.  I've heard enough stories, including first-hand accounts that offer substance to that theory.  (Go do some reading on Nell Rose's page--there seems to be no other explanation for those true accounts she relates.)

    Death--it's a topic both taboo and fascinating in our society.  And the older we get, the more the thought of our own mortality flits through our minds.  When?  How?  Would you even want to know?

    1. jerzeycate profile image59
      jerzeycateposted 2 years agoin reply to this

      After about with a virus in 12/2012 I was hospitalized for what we believed was asthmatic bronchitis.  Two days after admission a doctor we had never seen before came into my hospital room and said to my husband (ignoring me sitting up in the bed) "Your wife needs a heart transplant or she will be dead in three months."  The last three years have been fraught with doctors in whom we place a level of trust I could never had imagine existed., Hospital staff that knows us so well they bring coffee to my husband and when they take my menu order for the day they ask "Will Gary be joining your for lunch or dinner today and what would he like to eat? An External defibrillator (which really closely resembled a suicide bombers vest), followed quickly by an internal defibrillator. Bouts with Sudden Cardiac Arrest , total kidney failure twice and waking up in ICU after being resuscitated five times one afternoon with no memory of the last few days nor the crisis that had brought me to (as I affectionately call it) "The Big House."   

      I had to be stripped of life to learn to truly appreciate it.  Think less.  Feel more became my motto.  Take time to stop and smell the roses may be a cliche but once the clock is ticking against you the world just looks different.  Colors are more vibrant.  The ringing of Church bells is a welcome sound, .  Smelling great food cooking becomes as much of an experience as the eating.

      I was a  a Major Type A gal. Accomplished in my work years ahead of my peers. I now wonder if life took me on this journey in the fast lane because it knew that in my 50's (when I thought I'd be hitting these marks) I'd instead be busy becoming schooled in the life of the "chronically critically ill".  Rather than discussing plans for our next vacation (we'd been married just 18 months when I became ill) our talks would be filled with thoughts about Living Wills, Healthcare Power of Attorney, and the big one -- what did I want done with my body when...  Funny thing though, once we got those talks out of the way... Once the doctors had surgically implanted an experimental device (which took over the work of my decimated cardiac electrical system) that will give me a couple more years... Once I stopped crying... I made a major decision:  I don't just want to "not die". In the time I have left (we have no idea if it will be tonight, tomorrow or two years from now) "I want to live".  Funny how similar those phrases used to sound.  But that was before I joined a club I pray not one more person has to join.

      Initially I waited for things to go back to "normal".   Eventually I came to realize  life will never be normal again.  If tomorrow the researchers were to come up with a device that could keep my heart beating and pumping for forever, life will never be as it was. How could it be?

      So as you ponder the whole "life and death" topic. As you watch Zombies shuffle and stagger as they search for food. (I really enjoy a good Zombie fest). I urge you to slow down. To see the beauty in the sunset. To feel the wonder of a child discovering what the world has to offer. To surround yourself with people who treat you with respect and love and who support you in your goals and ambitions. To feel how different life is when you live in the moment.

      To take some advice from Tim McGraw and --- "Live like you were dying.."


      1. theraggededge profile image100
        theraggededgeposted 2 years agoin reply to this

        No words, except thank you, and a great big hug. xx

        1. jerzeycate profile image59
          jerzeycateposted 2 years agoin reply to this

          Back at you and Thanks...