Aveline
It is very sad to hear, as I frequently do, elderly people saying, ' You can live too long.' None of us want to be a burden to our families. None of us want to languish in hospital or with random carers popping in as and when. To be honest, after a particularly depressing session I find myself wondering if I shouldn't just have a cigarette, a pie and a whisky. It's hard to overcome a lifetime of trying to do the right thing, exercise, eat sensibly etc if that's what it results in.
It is very sad to hear, as I frequently do, elderly people saying, ' You can live too long.'
It is Aveline.
... and I'm 'wishing' to die rather than be at the mercy of a system that is run on a shoestring which only 'delivers', in some cases, just enough care to prevent the service user (which is how I was once described) from perishing in their own homes.
Gradually throughout the years care for the elderly has been whittled down and, like the proverbial 'boiling-frogs', we've accepted it and allowed it. We've even 'encouraged' it in a way by agreeing that we are a burden, that the economy can't afford us ('it' can - it doesn't want to); and allowed successive governments (I'm not going to lay blame entirely on this current one) to stir up inter-generational warfare... boomers versus Generation Z (or whatever) to cover up their deliberate failure to meet the challenges of an ageing population in any meaningful way. Deliberate, because there's no financial gain in it for politicians and because it's easier to make false promises, then kick the problem into the long grass.
It's an appalling state of affairs. "Life" should matter from the minute of birth to the moment of death, and no-one's demise should be hastened by an indifferent society that appears to regard those over a certain age as dispensable. If we go down that path we would, ultimately, start to gauge the very validity and worth of people - making decisions about which individuals were worth 'keeping alive' or not bothering about.