The topic of caregiving of the elderly hits a very emotional trigger with me. Perhaps it is because I AM elderly!
It also begs the question, “At what point do we, as humans, give up on a person’s earthly existence and give them over to God?” When they are old? When they are born with abnormalities that prevent them from surviving on their own? After a disabling near fatal accident?
What are we willing to sacrifice to keep the shell of a loved one alive? Do we squander our time, energy, and other resources on an aging parent with Dementia, cancer or some other fatal malady, to the detriment or neglect of younger members of the family?
Death is the end result of being alive, even for a short time. No one escapes the inevitable. Why is it so hard for us to accept that?
I am currently, an old man. Ancient, to some of my grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I am more than 10 years older than my parents were when they died. I have no “death-wish,” but when it comes time for me to die, it is my hope that my family will love me enough to let me go, and not try to keep alive my body that has little or no use to me or my loved ones.
I have often wondered if this attitude of care-giving is a guilt trip laid on us by Satan himself to divert our resources away from God’s purpose for our lives. In his pursuit of defiance toward God, has he figured out ways to keep people from succumbing to the results (death) of his sin of rejecting God and pursuing his own selfish goals.
I wonder, “Is Big Pharma his workshop for developing ‘cures’ for the health problems that he created in the first place?
Are the high costs of drugs just another way to drain our resources (blessings) from doing the real good that God intended for them to be used? If we are to model our lives after the life of Jesus, shouldn’t we be healing the way he healed, rather than depending on chemicals concocted by agents of the devil?
The medical profession, as a whole, is asked by us to “play God” and cure us from our maladies. I have searched the life of Jesus, God’s own son, to see what kind of medicines he used to heal people. The closest thing that I find to a “medicine” is when he mixed his spit with some dirt to apply to a blind man’s eyes.
When we depend on Big Pharma for our healing, are we not really saying, “ I know you’re great, God, but this is something I’d rather handle on my own.”
I realize that I may be treading on some toes in expressing these thoughts. Especially those who view the “Healing Arts” as God-given knowledge. Excuse me, but the greatest healer of all time never prescribed a pill for anything! He just healed. Period. He also sent his disciples out to do the same thing. His only prescription was, “Go and sin no more.”
Our only obligations to aging parents, as I see it, is to make them as comfortable as possible, feed and clothe them and give them to God to take when He has finished with them on this earth. My extraordinary care should not be subsidized by the rest of society.
We “Old People” were never meant to be a drain on the family or society. We are to live today as if there were no tomorrow, then die, not being a burden to others.