Life is a losing game – a poem

Life is a losing game

 

Life is a losing game.

No matter how great the joy

It always ends in pain.

 

But I wouldn’t swap it for anything.

With a look towards infinity.

It’s got to be better than nothing.

 

So when we’re all gone

Remember it was all worthwhile –

We didn’t get it wrong.

 

For though life is a losing game

To live, share and laugh

Makes it worth all the pain.

 

Opher – 25.10.2019

 

 

No matter how well you live your life it always ends in death, tears and loss.

But while we are alive we need to live it to the full. That makes it all worthwhile!

Death where is thy sting?

Euthanasia and death!

When I finally reach the end of my life – sometime in the next one hundred years – I would like a death of my own choosing!

Preferably I would like this to be:

At home

With no pain

With no discomfort

As lucid as possible

Now with all the furore around the Gosport deaths I think it is time for a rational look at end of life care. Gosport was not alone. I think that the use of opiates to hasten the death of terminally ill patients was widespread. My own father and mother were dealt with in that manner and I have no problem with that. My wife worked at a hospital in Walton and saw patients put on opiates and rapidly declining and dying. I do not have a problem with that either. If someone is in pain and distressed and has a terminal condition it seems pointless to me to prolong the agony.

However, I do have a problem when it is all carried out in a clandestine manner because of the legal implications. I would like to be consulted if I am able. Failing that I would like my immediate relatives to be consulted and for my wishes to be followed.

I think the law needs to respect the wishes of dying people. I would like to have the right to decide on my life and death. I would like to have a say in how much pain-killing I received and whether I had any reasonable standard of life. I want the choice!!