Seasons

A Spring in My Step

I always have something going on when I walk! The spring in my step is better described as a drunken stagger. I don’t notice it, but according to my wife I walk funny. It’s not just my wife; everyone who has seen me with or without my walking aids have noticed I look like I have a problem with the bottle. A spring in my step might better be described as a drunken stupor in my gait followed by a stumble and maybe even a fall. It is not fall though, it’s almost spring which gives me a spring in my step even when I am zipping around in my wheelchair!

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Pulling The Plug

It is perhaps the hardest decision anyone will have to make. The negative implications of choosing any of the options loom large over those who are given the task of deciding what future if any lies ahead. Choose to let her live and she might still die. Choose to pull the plug and her death is on your hands. Still, something has to be done. She can’t go on like this. She can’t exist in a coma like state. The way she’s propped up by life support is not really living but it’s not death either.

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