And today, random topics with Tomi.
In high school, I was an honorary member of a group of indidviduals who dubbed themselves the I.G.O.S. (Intellectual Gang of Superiors). Not because I was an intellectual by any means, but because I had several friends who were intellectuals and found it in themselves to embrace friendship with one such as I. This bothered some of the others in the group, they, I suppose were elitists. I also know that they had no idea that the rest of the school had changed their self-proclaimed acronym to "Intellectual Gang of Shitheads". No one could could deny their excellence in academia, it was the arrogance that was despised. I do remember debating apologetics with one IGOS member who repeatedly called me simple. I dunno, maybe I am simple. I don't desire to pursue knowledge in the way some people do. I do however desire to be wise.
This whole case with Terri has me pondering much. As one who has cared for the severely mentally and physically disabled, I am conflicted. Many of the individuals we were responsible for would have been left on the rocks to die in ancient times. I am all for pallitive care...I've read "Dying Well", and I was pushing the morphine button for my dad while he was dying. Maybe if this decision had been reached when Terri first became disabled, I wouldn't be as conflicted, but why after fifteen years is it so essential to stop the care that has been keeping her alive? Why not sign over guardianship to family who want to continue caring for her? It seems to me to be an issue of power within the family, and a tragedy that the government has gotten involved. Let this be a lesson to all of us. Living wills are a good thing, and no matter how uncomfortable it is to face our mortality, discussion about end of life issues isn't a bad or morbid idea.
Numbers 22:28
28And the LORD opened the mouth of the ass....
About Me
- tomirose
- I'm a wife of a wonderful man, mom to three awesome children. I like to laugh, encourage, and I would love to write. I think community is a wonderful thing, and I'd like people to be less cynical about church, not THE church, but the institution that we call the church. I think soul patches, piercings and tattoos are kinda cool; attitudes are not. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about weird things.. like why I like the taste of bubblemint gum, but despise the taste of our youngest son's bubblemint flavored toothpaste, or if our older children have already met their future spouses, how amazing it is that I've been married to the same man for thirty-two years, and why dryer lint looks the way it does. I hate having cold feet, being too hot, and stubbing my pinkie toe. I like to read pretty much anything but angsty poetry, well no I lied..not about the angsty poetry, but I don't much like to read biographies either. Laundry is the bane of my existence, along with cleaning out the refrigerator, and just plain cleaning.
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