I have my DNR filled and notarized, my last wishes with all my info the family will need also. When we moved back to Mo. I chose not buy a house but rent instead to avoid the family squabble/responsibilities, etc that go along with it. Then I made copies and gave each of my sons one, so no one can hopefully say they were cheated or that it wasn't done right or fair. I already died twice and the fear of dying is long gone. How it comes to what the end will actually be is the unknown.
If I make it to ICU, I have strict wishes that I only see the 4 faces I love the most in that room, 3 sons and husband. Last time I didn't get to see my sons near enough due to the others taking the rules of time and how many at one time to their advantage. Those are the last faces I hope I see, need to see. I love them all but if you have children, you know what I mean.
My late husband died of colon cancer, they gave him 6 mths when diagnosed, he said "To hell with that I have things I have to get done to leave my family in a better position" He had his chemo and did well, never got ill, if he did he never let us see it.
He lived 4 more years and finished all he hoped to except the drywall on one wall of the boys room. He ate pain pills like candy the last 3 months he was alive when it began to grow again and I saw that light leaving his eyes a little bit each day.
Our sons were 12 and 15 and his last coherent wishes were for me to keep them on the right path not to let either of them use him as an excuse to mess up their life. He wasn't afraid for himself, he was for his sons.
He wanted to pass at home quietly, keeping us out of unnecessary debt after he died.
The weekend the Hospice nurse told us to gather the family, time was near. We all had a talk as they arrived to confirm they all knew his wishes and they agreed.
But when he slipped into that coma they seemed to have forgotten his wishes and began sobbing for us to call an ambulance. I had to stand there as my 2 sons cried for them to please just let him go like he wanted, don't make him suffer anymore.
I do not want that repeated, it was ugly and so hurtful to all involved.
My sons went to kiss their father goodbye then I laid my head by his cheek and whispered "You can go now Carl, we will be fine, we love you, we will be fine" He took his last breath 2-3 minutes later.
I don't know if he heard all that mess before then and was just hanging on for those last loving hugs and words.
My point to this is...even though it was not assisted dying on our part but his wishes, it was taken as if it had been from some because I refused to call that ambulance even after the nurse told them... His body is shutting down now, say your goodbyes.
I have asked myself if I get to a point where life has no hint of a little joy each day to look forward to, would I call for help if I felt a heart attack begin.
Right now, I would say no, I would lie down and end this ride.
Because I know when I died a voice told me as I was surrounded in total darkness, "You will be fine"
I know it happened because the cardiologist told me when I came back, she leaned to my ear and said,
Darling you are going to be ok now" she said I whispered back "I know, He told me"
The next morning it occurred to me that all I saw was darkness, no light like you hear about in so many accountings.
I wondered about that for weeks, all I can figure is, it wasn't my time so I was not being pulled to the light, as they say. I admit...that fact worried me a bit.
I know this thread was about suicide yes or no... I think the statement in bold is the question to answer from deep in your heart to yourself.