I’m out of the hospital now. My wife took me to the emergency room because I wasn’t feeling well. The E.R. Doc admitted me because of my congestive Heart Failure. As time passed, I began feeling MUCH worse. The second night, I was having a lot of trouble breathing. It’s very unsettling when you can’t even draw in a breath of air. I felt certain I was going to die at any moment. I must have struggled for half an hour before a nurse finally came in and called respiratory therapy. The therapy worked and my breathing returned to normal.
I’m old now, 73, and I’ve had a very full and rewarding life so I wouldn’t say I’d have missed much if I had died then and there. I would say it would have been a hard death, not quick and painless, but drawn out as if I were drowning again and again. My wife and daughter were there. They also thought they were watching me die.
I know my time to die will come and probably soon. I don’t fear death, but I do hope it will just be a quick one with no one watching. I don’t want anyone to share this experience, particularly not loved ones. If God is listening, maybe he will grant this simple request. I don’t think it’s a lot to ask.