My Personal Day of Death is Thursday, May 17, 2040, so says The Death Clock. Now, that makes me feel like canned food with an expiry date. If only that is the exact date of my death, it will enable me to plan each and every day of my life to the dot. If this site serves no other useful purpose, it is a morbid reminder for us to live life to the fullest.
I have never envisioned myself living to that age. I do not know if I want to live that long. I would rather leave when I have not become a total burden to anybody yet. But then again, when I depart this life is not for me to determine, unless I choose suicide or euthanasia.
Suicide is not an option. I believe life is sacred and should not be desecrated in such a way. But I have no qualms about euthanasia. It should be the right of every terminally ill person to choose to die painlessly and with dignity.
I have witnessed the sufferings of both my parents, especially Mum, before they passed on. The profound physical and emotional pain that Mum had to endure during her dying days are difficult to come to terms with. It is heartrending for me to see Mum in the agony that she was in and not being able to do anything at all to alleviate it. I hope I, and my loved ones, do not have to go through that when my time comes.