I was up feeling ill last night thinking about how horrible it must be for poor Terri right now. It takes 7-10 days to starve to death. I was up anyway giving Gorbulas nebulizer treatments because he has a cold and is quite wheezy. But this was on the forefront my mind. I still do not understand any of this. Where is the feminist movement to back up a woman being mistreated by her husband and our current institutions?
When I went to sleep, I dreamt that I met up with Peony, and we did this covert operation thing and rescued Terri. (Peony was wearing a long black trench coat in my dream.) I hope our prayer efforts are more effective.
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I know — yesterday I had lunch a little before 2 and felt weird. I got thirsty later just because I’d only had a couple of drinks that day. If she reacts to anything as we have seen she does, I don’t see how this could not be an incredibly torturous thing to do. I don’t know how anyone can feel sure enough that she doesn’t have a meaningful experience of pain to do this to her.
It is scary also to think about these attempts to not be guilty of killing someone by instead cruelly letting them die, being replaced with more “humane” methods of getting rid of people/lives deemed unworthy. Oy. What are we and our children in for not so far in the future?
the weird thing, Pansy, is that I do own a long black trench coat. It’s a little too small right now, but it fit me well when I was in nursing school.
If only, Pansy, if only.