He is selfish because it didn’t take him long to take up with other women after his wife, Terri’s “collapse.” He has been living with another woman and fathered two children with her for the past ten years. He basically has gone on with his life but he isn’t willing for Terri to continue hers. That is at the very least selfish and at worst incredibly evil in my opinion. And this blog is full of my opinion……Thank heaven my husband likes my opinions. But I knew that when I married him.
Here is James Taranto’s well reasoned opinion.
I realize that I have been around suffering and/or damaged people all of my life. But the thing that I have learned throughout the years is that now underused cliche “where there is life there is hope.”
My cousin, who was so badly hurt by fire when she was five grew up, married and had two children. She works with children today. She spent two years in the hospital and for a year was on a feeding tube.
My college roommate and best friend developed Multiple Sclerosis at the age of 24. She died in 1995. About four years before she died she was in the hospital and her husband refused to sign the DNR and when she needed to be resuscitated it cost her family thousands of dollars. Her husband had to work desperately to save their home.
A year before my friend’s death, her husband collapsed while jogging and died. It was so sad but they were both Christians and left the choice of life or death to God. The three years that my friend lived after being resusitated were precious ones to her children and although she could no longer speak or move at all her presence in their lives was very important.
Then there was my Great Aunt Floss, who was my great grandmother’s sister. All I remember about her was her white hair, her smile and her helplessness. I don’t know what was wrong with her but I think it had something to do with arthritus. She was unable to walk and had to be carried everywhere. Her only child, Dorothy, put her life on hold to care for her mother in her home. Dorothy didn’t marry until her mid-forties, after her mother died. Remembering Aunt Floss brings to mind gentleness. She may have not had a great quality of life in her years of illness but those were the years that I knew her and she affected all who knew her with her kindness, gentleness and acceptance of what she could not change.
My maternal grandmother suffered from Alzheimers for about ten years and both my parents cared for her in their home the entire time. I remember after my grandmother died, my mother told me after we arrived at her house, “I did it.” What she meant was that she had cared for her mother throughout her illness and hadn’t turned her over to a nursing home. Those years were a sacrifice and hard in many ways for my parents but also a blessed thing. Love endures all things and my mother’s (and father’s) love for my grandmother was a wonderful example of love in action for our entire familly.
When I was growing up some of our neighborhood friends had an older brother who was in his twenties. He was in a bad car wreck which left him profoundly retarded. His wife divorced him so he lived at home with his parents. They had to care for him and feed him and change his diapers. I remember thinking how cruel his wife was to divorce him but now in light of the suffering of Terri Schiavo at the hands of her husband for the past fifteen years and possibly more I see that the wife did the right thing. She could have stayed with him of course but at least she didn’t try to have him killed.
But that was at least thirty years ago, when we were still a civilized country.