Nancy, Kathy, Sharon, CJ, and everyone else. As I said before, it
makes no difference to me what you think or feel about me. You came
in here, stole my group from me, and I'm sure you're proud of your
accomplishment.

I have a response to Kathy's post;

1. I am NOT surrounded by relatives that will notice that I am losing
weight. I rarely see any of them. They all stay in their rooms, and
have little, if anything to do with me.

2. My husband has just asked Ruth and his brother Eugene to move
because they refuse to help pay the bills and Ruth's cats are getting
on everyone's nerves fighting all the time. They will be gone soon,
within a couple of weeks.

3. Have you ever heard the old adage: You can lead a horse to water
but you can't force him to drink? My husband works long shifts and is
out of the house till 7:00 in the evening. During that time, I eat
nothing, and swallow my meds with just a tiny mouthful of water.
Sure, they could take me to the hospital and put me on I.V's and
stomach tubes to try to feed me, but, you see, I have an advanced
directive that says I cannot be kept alive by artificial means. The
doctors have to obey my wishes. So no I.V.'s or stomach tubes. No
blood transfusions, either, because their files show that I am a
Jehova's Witness.

4. When my husband is at home, and he brings me a meal. I pretend to
eat, but when he's not looking I feed everything to my dogs.

5. I had a call from my doctor this morning and she informed me that
my recent blood work revealed that I was anemic and dehydrated. She
called in a prescription for me, but I'm not going to take it.

6. My plan is foolproof. It'll take time, but it will
work...eventually.

I had every right to say good-bye to my daughters on this board,
because they refuse to respond to my IMs or emails. CJ is here, and
reads the posts, and she can pass the information along. I've been
fighting this illlness for nearly 3 years and I've had enough. I can
endure no more pain, no more tears, and knowing that my own daughters
hate me and are afraid of me at the same time, is more than anyone
should be asked to bear.
You people are so full of yourselves and think yourselves so
important that other people's feelings mean nothing to you. The good
old American way: Love thy self above all else!
Finally, I belong to none of your oh, so perfect groups. I hate
The Rat Patrol, Voyage To The Bottom of the Sea is rediculous and
stupid, Combat is so inaccurate it's laughable. I also hate Five
0...all because of you. I want no part of any of you OR your F**king
groups.
I guess I see all of you in Hell. That's where suicides end up,
isn't it?

Gloria