To WhyNot:
After much nagging from the staff of our primary care physician, Hubster and I finally completed the Advance Care Directives. The business office of the clinic would not serve as witnesses, and since many banks do NOT have notaries handy any more, I took the paperwork with us to a party, and snagged people to serve as witnesses.
Right as the party was winding down, Hubster had to be transported by ambulance to the nearest hospital for a MAJOR kidney stone attack–his first.
My son met me at the ER, and stayed with me while we waited (and waited and WAITED) for Hubster to be discharged. I pulled those Advance Care Directives out of my purse, and MADE my son read them, so there would never be any question.
He was quite pissed at being my captive audience. He told me that he’s already given us his consideration, and as far as HE is concerned, his father and I will not be permitted to die. Period.
With THAT out of the way, I explained that he and his new bride REALLY need to have a serious talk about this disgusting topic. I reminded him of the media mess several years ago regarding Terri Schiavo.
In fact, when the Schiavo drama was being played out before God and everybody, I flat out told my son-in-law that I would NEVER, EVER question any decision he would ever have to make regarding my daughter’s care. He gave me a very heart-felt “Thank you.”
I said the same thing to my son: Since he was of legal age and married now, how he and his new bride cared to handle ANY end-of-life decisions was NONE OF MY BUSINESS.
But I definitely told him that it was THEIR business, and even though the idea is abominable, they really do need to have that discussion.
Then I took the papers back, put them in my purse, and we talked of more entertaining subjects, like his father’s kidney stone.
~VOW