My best friend died in 2014.
Lately I’ve been dreaming of her again. I hope she’s who my mind conjures up as I’m transitioning.
31-35, F
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JoyfulSilence · 51-55, M
SwampFlower · 31-35, F
@JoyfulSilence I can’t pretend to know what happens. I do think a lot of it is just our brains being flooded with chemicals and causing hallucinations at the final moments. I hope mine are peaceful.
JoyfulSilence · 51-55, M
@SwampFlower
When my time comes I hope it is like anaesthesia.
I do not yet know if I want sudden unanticipated death, with no time to say goodbye to people who might miss me. I certainly would not want a long drawn out death and of course no pain.
Unless I have a heart attack and die quickly, I suspect cancer will get me someday. The latter sounds horrible.
Right now I am more worried about diabetes complications. Amputations, etc. My toes are so numb! And blindness. The jury is still out on the latter. Yet none are killers, yet, unless I get gangrene.
When I was ill with flesh eating bacteria I could have died. At the time so much of the noise of life faded into dull tones and my focus was on that day and bodily functions and keeping down food. I felt like a piece of meat. I had dreams of running through the woods, wondering if I would ever even walk again.
I fortunately can walk, but never will sprint again, most likely. I still hobble. And it is hard to move with purpose when I can barely feel my toes. Sigh.
So sorry for your suffering.
When my time comes I hope it is like anaesthesia.
I do not yet know if I want sudden unanticipated death, with no time to say goodbye to people who might miss me. I certainly would not want a long drawn out death and of course no pain.
Unless I have a heart attack and die quickly, I suspect cancer will get me someday. The latter sounds horrible.
Right now I am more worried about diabetes complications. Amputations, etc. My toes are so numb! And blindness. The jury is still out on the latter. Yet none are killers, yet, unless I get gangrene.
When I was ill with flesh eating bacteria I could have died. At the time so much of the noise of life faded into dull tones and my focus was on that day and bodily functions and keeping down food. I felt like a piece of meat. I had dreams of running through the woods, wondering if I would ever even walk again.
I fortunately can walk, but never will sprint again, most likely. I still hobble. And it is hard to move with purpose when I can barely feel my toes. Sigh.
So sorry for your suffering.