Suicidal Impulses …

Hmmm …

Isn’t death an emotive issue … ?

It is, isn’t it?

I’ve written on this, before, but the news has been raised again, as the Director of Public Prosecutions has issued a new set of guidelines on the subject of Assisted Suicide.

The guidelines outline exactly what factors should be considered, both for and against prosecution, when a case like this crops up.

But it’s still something I find … tough …

You see, having seen a grandmother die as a result of complication’s of Alzheimer's.

And can see why Sir Terry Pratchett find’s the idea appealing.

Boy, can I see why!

I also have one or two friends who’ve quietly said they’d feel the same, in his shoes.

But …

Hmmm …

To be frank, though, the idea of dying scares me witless.

Witless.

And not only that, I’m thinking that I’d hate to be in the shoes of having to talk over the possibility with a relative.

Let me try and clarify; I’m thinking here, that I’m hoping I don’t catch … ohh … something like Alzheimer’s, or lung cancer, for example. I would hate to be put into the shoes of asking a relative, or partner to help me die.

Even though I know the reasons in favour, I would prefer not to put a loved one through the process of killing me.

And I’d also prefer — as things stand for me, at the moment — not to have to do that for a loved one.

I know I’ve had friends, who’ve lost loved ones to various forms of cancer, who may — may — have had to talk about it.

But, for me … ?

Right now … ?

It scares me.

And revolts me, too …