48, couple of (false) health scares in last 24 months focuses the mind somewhat.
Death/Dying
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48, couple of (false) health scares in last 24 months focuses the mind somewhat.
This is my biggest fear.
Life after death... dont me laugh, you would think after it being a problem since man could actually think we could have cracked it by now. Or more likely infact 100% when your dead your dead. The sooner people start admitting that one simple truth the better off the world will be.
^this. The though of what actually happens after scares the hell out of me. Other than it if I die, I die.
Shouldn't let something completely out of your control scare you. I doubt you'd even know at that point.
You mean one of the reasons why religions were invented.
It's the oldest mind control/population control technique. "Follow this way of life and you will get to live forever and you will see your dead relatives" which is basically tantalizing to our emotions and natural animal instinct to want to survive as long as possible. Religion is the most illogical thing ever, the only reason it's still around is because it taps into people's emotions and lures them in, that and indoctrination. Yeah every kid wants their dead parent to be waiting for them in heaven with sky pixies and whatnot (I lost my dad when I was 13), but I think at some point people need to grow up and realise how ridiculous that really is.
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I fear death, but more so I fear dying, not being "me"
My father, was a chief electrical engineer for a cruise line company and spent most of his life at sea for shell, bp, and finally Disney. He was an amazing man, but unfortunately developed frontal lobe dementia and motorneurons disease.
When it first became apparent he lost the ability to do hands on work he was once so good at - this destroyed him. Then he started losing the ability to speak which was unbelievably frustrating for him(he used to write his frustrations down). Then the dementia took over and he just wasn't him anymore.
One of the last things he ever wrote down before the dementia took over was he would rather die than live being a burden to my mother who took care of him for the last few years of his life, having to feed him, dress him etc.
That for me is the scariest thing, I don't want to be a burden on anyone or leave this world not being me.
I don't even know if that makes sense, but my father in that state, I think death was a release from the horrible grasps of his illness, for him and based on the thoughts he had of being a burden, in his eyes his death was a release for my mother, me and the rest of his family.
My father, was a chief electrical engineer for a cruise line company and spent most of his life at sea for shell, bp, and finally Disney. He was an amazing man, but unfortunately developed frontal lobe dementia and motorneurons disease.
When it first became apparent he lost the ability to do hands on work he was once so good at - this destroyed him. Then he started losing the ability to speak which was unbelievably frustrating for him(he used to write his frustrations down). Then the dementia took over and he just wasn't him anymore.
One of the last things he ever wrote down before the dementia took over was he would rather die than live being a burden to my mother who took care of him for the last few years of his life, having to feed him, dress him etc.
That for me is the scariest thing, I don't want to be a burden on anyone or leave this world not being me.
I don't even know if that makes sense, but my father in that state, I think death was a release from the horrible grasps of his illness, for him and based on the thoughts he had of being a burden, in his eyes his death was a release for my mother, me and the rest of his family.
I share these thoughts.
And these thoughts.
If I ever become useless and beyond recovery then please end it for me.
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Dying, no.
Death of loved ones - terrified.
My worst nightmare would be like so many others I have seen, to be bed ridden in a broken body but your mind still alert to realise just how awful things are, completely dependant on others to feed you, kept alive due to the failure of the Right to Die campaign and no ability to end it yourself as you go mad inside a smelly care home being abused by sadistic women in latex gloves.
Death of loved ones - terrified.
My worst nightmare would be like so many others I have seen, to be bed ridden in a broken body but your mind still alert to realise just how awful things are, completely dependant on others to feed you, kept alive due to the failure of the Right to Die campaign and no ability to end it yourself as you go mad inside a smelly care home being abused by sadistic women in latex gloves.
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I sat up drinking with my dad, one night when I was about 18. After copious amounts of booze, we got quite philosophical.
"Son, I'm not afraid of death, I've been in some horrible situations" (He's ex-Royal Navy and has been to war). "I'm afraid of dying though, but you know what, as long as you're alright, I think I'll live on in you".
If I hadn't been half-cut and he'd said that to me now, I'd have been a blubbering mess. (It's almost brought a tear to my eye thinking about it!).
I've conducted CPR on a woman who'd gone into cardiac arrest when I was a lifeguard aged 21 (now 23). She was in her late 30's. Needless to say it gave me a greater appreciation for life, though it still doesn't make me scared to die. I think that's linked to the fact I'm an agnostic with no belief in the afterlife. I'll never forget the look of 'nothingness' her eyes left though, though I don't suffer from PTSD (thankfully).
I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do and as we all know life is short, there's not enough time to be worried!
Edit: To add, she was fit and healthy - went trail running and whatnot, just had some rare medical condition with her heart. She's alive and well, so the last I heard of her says. Was nice to be commended by the critical response doctors and hospital staff too not taking all the credit though, the team I was with were as much a part of rescuing her as I was. Needless to say I'm pretty proud of what we did!
I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do and as we all know life is short, there's not enough time to be worried!
Edit: To add, she was fit and healthy - went trail running and whatnot, just had some rare medical condition with her heart. She's alive and well, so the last I heard of her says. Was nice to be commended by the critical response doctors and hospital staff too
not taking all the credit though, the team I was with were as much a part of rescuing her as I was. Needless to say I'm pretty proud of what we did!
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Like my Great Uncle, he died in his sleep.
Unlike the 200 passengers on his train who died terrified and screaming.
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It never used to bother me but over this last 12 months I've lost at least 15 friends with the latest one being a couple of days ago. The last 4 have all been close to my age so it drives it home. The other night I was with some ex workmates having a curry and the subject came up of who will be the first one to go who was sitting round the table.