“Oh, I can’t think about this now! I’ll go crazy if I do! I’ll think about it tomorrow. But I must think about it. I must think about it. What is there to do? What is there that matters? Tara! Home. I’ll go home. And I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all . . . tomorrow is another day,” Scarlett O’Hara famously said in a tearful close-up at the end of 1939’s Gone With the Wind.
Then the music swelled, and soon the final credits rolled as—viewers may forever assume—the always-scheming Scarlett schemed to rebuild Tara and perhaps get Rhett back and, well, keep living like there were 10,000 tomorrows.
Ah, all those tomorrows! Which finally leads me to ask: what’s your excuse for avoiding hospice? Though hospice has been a Medicare benefit since 1982, it remains a stereotypical “blissful” subject for many. Isn’t ignorance . . . bliss?
- I’m not that sick. Go bother someone near death’s door!
- I’ll be better soon. I’ve always bounced back before.
- No one’s giving me any dopey drugs. I have stuff to do!
- If you mention death, I’ll probably start to die! So be quiet!
- Hospice is for those dying from cancer . . . I don’t have cancer!