Quote Originally Posted by Marigold2 View Post
I posted my thoughts on this women in an honest way. If it was me I would want my children to move on and not waste their life on a veggie salad being me. I posted that because I love my children and want them to enjoy their life to the fullest. I put my childrens happeness before my own,
From what I understood of the article this women cannot speak, move or comprehned any thing around her, her mind is gone and from what the Dr's are telling the husband think it will remain so. Yes she blinks but perhaps it is just that. A blink.
How are her children be a part of her life? She cannot speak to them, hug them, feed them or even love them. I think exposing these kids to her is horrid, yes she gave birth to them and lost her life but those are the cards she was dealt. What happiness can come from the children sitting by her bedside? Perhaps when they are 10 or older they can meet her and get an understanding but for now I think it would give them nightmares.
I don't think it's very cool at all to expose little ones to that.
As for the husbend moving on, good for him. He has kids to support and a life to lead. No good would come of him sitting by her bedside, the kids come first.


Are you a doctor that you can say these things? Even in a coma we were told by doctors that the last thing to go is the sense of hearing. My mom was in a coma before dying and we sat by her bed and spoke to her and I can guarantee she heard every word.

This mother can't give her kids love, can't speak to them, can't touch them? What about the kids? They can touch her, speak to her, love her , touch and hug her. When these kids grow up and start asking about their mother they will resent having the truth kept from them. And why should they be raised without the knowledge that this is their mom? You speak like it was a disgrace for her to be in this state. So let's raise the kids to be unfeeling, uncaring and shun those that can't be the same as us? I have a best friend who is a "veggie salad" as you like to put it. Not a week goes by that I don't visit her, and while she doesn't communicate I know she is aware that I'm there. I go and visit because it reminds me that for the grace of God it could be me in that bed. Someday it might be and I hope I've raised my kids to be more compassionate than what I just read from you. Maybe you should reread your posts and let the things you've posted sink in because they are nothing short of cruel and unfeeling.