There is a choice before me, two paths to the same dark destination. One path is quick and short. Just a few pills and I would be at my destination. The other path is longer, rockier, full of pain, but I could enjoy the view and even take my family along with me. I could take advantage of that journey, instead of trying to get it over and done with. I’ve known for months about my illness; this lethal, terminal brain cancer that is growing exponentially, destroying each part of my brain that it slowly takes control over. With no hope of surviving until my next birthday, I look at my options for death. I know my options, although no one has mentioned assisted suicide. I know they cannot tell me about the option or influence it in any way. However, I’ve done my research about assisted suicide and my other options as limited as they are. If anything my options are dying by pills or dying by brain cancer. Aren’t I lucky? Morbid humor aside, assisted …show more content…
I could choose a bright, sunny day to be my last or a sad, rainy one to set the tone. If I were cruel enough I could even schedule my death on a holiday. My choice, no one else’s, my life, my death, my choice. And, if I choose to live, I’m still going to die. Although it may not be my choice on when I may die, I could do so much with the six months ticking away from my life. Maybe I would spend more time with my mother , have a few days with her. Try to ignore the fact that I’ll be gone before she even had the chance. Imagine the pain she would feel if I took those months away from her, or the pain she would feel seeing my weak, cancerous, almost lifeless body in the hospital strapped to the wires barely keeping me alive. The pros and cons of assisted suicide seem equal, how am I to decide? Pro, my death would be relatively fast and painless. Con, I lose valuable weeks of my life that I’ve fought so hard to