Linking up with Meghan over at Clean Eats, Fast Feets.

I just have a few words today, one picture I took myself, and some things found on Pinterest that seem to speak for me at this moment in time.

This week, I:

Cooked an entire crockpot of chicken, and proceeded to use it for everything from sandwiches, salads, and power bowls.

Got notice that all the credits for my Bachelor’s were accepted, and my diploma will be in the mail in about a month. 🙂

Spent a bit of time with my fantastic aunt, my grandmother, and a cousin I haven’t seen in a long while (and his wife).

Which brings me to my final comment:

If you have a family member with a terminal illness (cancer, for instance), and they want to stop treatment and leave this life peacefully and on their own terms…please don’t torture them or guilt-trip them into continuing treatment and living in misery solely for YOU. Think of THEM, instead, because it’s their life. IT IS ABOUT THEM. Not YOU. Stop being selfish. Please. As someone who sees the other side of it, who sees the tears, the suffering, the anguish…the absolute horror of a person who loves their family enough to go along with their wishes, even when it’s agony for them and not what they want, please listen to them.

I saw this first-hand this week. Twice, actually. Once with a patient with untreatable cancer who has been in severe pain for almost a year and just wants it to stop…but whose family won’t let them stop.

And once with my uncle, whom I visited on Saturday, along with my aunt and grandma. He has liver cancer that has metastasized basically everywhere, the doctors can do NOTHING, and 6 weeks ago, he was given 90 days. His pain is horrible, he has hallucinations and altered mental status, and his third wife kept blathering on about “We’re not going to give up. We’re going to keep fighting. These essential oils will help him.”

…I believe essential oils can be very beneficial in a lot of circumstances. End-stage cancer is not one of them, in my opinion. And he is suffering. Your relentless badgering and haranguing and calling every 3 minutes while he’s trying to sleep is not helping.  Please, let him decide. It’s his life, after all.

Okay. I’m through with words (my own, at least). I’m moving on to graphics that capture my emotions.

On a related note (to the graphics, I mean), I’m removing toxic people from my life.