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She was a stoic outside a time of stoicism. She loved the story of The Count of Monte Cristo and the ideal of the Jedi Knight. “Wait and Hope” is what she wrote for herself on her computer screen, after she understood her diagnosis but before she stopped being able to play her favorite computer role-playing game. What am I making her wait for now, especially if somewhere, somehow, my mother is wearing red shoes, waiting for her.

Zsuza Florian and Veronika Bognar.

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    • robinjessica

      Tara, you have the very special gift of being able to question what most of us fail to notice. I've thought about euthanasia before, but always in a dispassionate, topic-for-formal-debate sort of way — we actually did have a be-it-resolved-that style debate about it in High School.

      But, even after having been familiar with the idea for a decade now, I never stopped to consider the selfishness inherent in NOT assisting suicide. Your personal experience grants you a different perspective and your willingness to interrogate your motives has yielded enlightening results. Thanks for adding new dimensions to my thoughts on this issue.

    • efratp

      Tara, I was very moved by your column. I think it's an extremely difficult choice that you're facing. To think you're supposed to be resposible for your co-mom's death/life is something that you will have to deal with for as long as you live, whatever choice you make ('cause it'll torment you either way). I don't think it's fair to leave this choice to anyone but the person who's suffering and about to die. I hope I'll never have to face this choice, but I know that if it were me, I'd kill myself when I get the diagnosis and when I have the ability to think and act, to not get into this terrible zombie-like quality of life.

    • Ali

      Tara, wow. There's so much love and beauty in your words. You are being forced to tackle such a hard situation, and it seems you're doing it with a lot of grace. Thanks for sharing what you're going through.

    • Jenny

      This a brave and beautiful piece. I am proud to know you, and thankful for the gifted, sweet, and intelligent way in which you think through and write out these matters.

    • ChasyaUriel Steinbauer

      To know that I know you, but how little I knew and still do not know. I cry as I read your words…what pain you carry. I ask Hashem what does She want you to do with this great burden and responsibility…and to know that you have already responded by sharing part of your story and pain with us all, live on the Internet…your words are so raw and powerful, and they teach us all how to have less judgment and more compassion…to not jump at conclusion of matters of euthanasia and suicide, especially when we have not experienced these matters as you are. What a gift you have given. From the ashes comes your offering. I am in awe…I am grateful. I love you.

    • Lizad

      This was quite moving. As I read it, my mind kept casting about to all the loved ones of mine who have died, and how. I have a suicide in my family, too, and a questionable, suicide-like death, both of which still are painful. You are very brave to write this.

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    • Joe

      Beautiful writing about tragic circumstances. My heart goes out to you. Thank you for sharing.

    • Robin Meyer

      Thank you for writing this (I echo the other posters as well). Sincerely appreciate your honesty and unselfish sharing of such personal struggles. Your experiences are beyond my own in orders of magnitude, but I am trying to make sense of some of these issues and it helps to have your insights.

    • Marian Wingo

      Oh Tara, that is one of the most moving pieces I’ve read. I can only hope there may be sufficient time for us to ‘talk’ in years to come. Your brother and my middle daughter have awareness of my future plans that I now understand are called “roman.” Thank you, Marian

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    Tara Bognar

    Tara Bognar is an American-Canadian-Hungarian who grew up in Montreal and Northern Virginia, and may be the first gayby ever. In between studying Jewish law and Talmud in Israel and New York, she earned degrees in Canadian civil and common law at McGill University in Montreal, the home town of her heart. She now lives in Brooklyn, and is working on creating the Berman Jewish Policy Archive @ NYU Wagner while continuing her Talmud studies as a fellow in the Drisha Institute's Scholar's Circle. Her favorite book of the Bible is Ecclesiastes, and she remains unpersuaded of any fundamental meaning or redemptive purpose to suffering.

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