With this disease the bones become brittle.
Someone bumps you, you break an arm or crack a vertebra.
You fall, it’s Humpty Dumpty time.
I told Rachel, I’m not sure I can go through this.
It starts gruesome, and then gets worse.
She pats me on the cheek.
Tell you what, she says.
If you can’t do this, I’ll drive you to the bus station myself,
And buy you a ticket to Oregon.
That’s where supervised suicide is legal.
I thought, all right -- an exit strategy.
Later Rachel says to me -- I never said that.
No, you did, I insist. I was sitting in that chair!
For three years didn't know why she changed her mind.
Then I figured it out. Our daughter took her life.
Rachel had plans for her own future that did not involve
a fifty percent family suicide rate.
I thought that's right. Fifty percent really is too high.
So I'm gonna have to see this through.