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im dying Friday 10.00am

Geezzzsss, dude! What do you mean that you are dying? You are scaring me! Do you need to call a S****de Hot Line?

Better talk to someone. Family, friends, Doctor!
All you need to know is here:
@pioneerp61's request, I am adding this final post on his behalf:

Goodbye and thanks from a lowender.
Canada has a fairly new law now regarding Doctor Assisted Dying.
I'm using it cuz I'm so sick don't any other options. It incurable.
Ill be listening for your low notes so keep the clams to a miniman!
Play my Sisters and Brothers!
Love Peace and Happiness to all of you!
Piineer P61

I have COPD no cure.
Im taking Canada's law for assisted death cuz so sick. I cant even play my Bass Guitars never mind my Doublebass.
DONT SMOKE!!​

I believe that I speak for the @Moderators at talkbass when I say, I hope your passing brings peace to you and your loved ones. Good bye my fellow lowender.
 
I have to say this is the heaviest thread I have ever seen on TB.

This thread kind of knocked me for a loop. It’s been weighing* on my mind since it began.

*EDIT: heavily

Yeah, I couldn't help but watch the clock count down to the appointed hour today. :unsure:

I think this thread has affected me the most in the 19 years I've been here. Since reading it yesterday in the Mod forum, it's been on my mind.

I found myself in this thread at 1pm EST with tears in my eyes as our Bass Brother passed to the other side.
 
I think this thread has affected me the most in the 19 years I've been here. Since reading it yesterday in the Mod forum, it's been on my mind.

I found myself in this thread at 1pm EST with tears in my eyes as our Bass Brother passed to the other side.
Yeah same here, I thought about Art at 1pm in hope that he had finally found peace and that he was now pain free.
 
I have gone back and forth on contributing to this thread. It hits particularly close to home for me on several levels. I too have COPD, although it has not progressed anywhere to the degree of Art's - even so it is a condition I am cognizant of on a daily basis and it does affect my day to day routine. My son recently told me that he had a dream that I had died. He was really bent out of shape about it. I told him that every man dies - not every man truly lives. I've no intentions of dying anytime soon and I feel this odd emotion every time I contemplate the joy of (eventual) grandchildren. My take away from this has been raised to a new level of awareness. While every man dies and not every man truly lives - a true man dies with dignity and honor. Thank you Art for imparting that wisdom upon me.

For what it is worth I smoked for ten years, worked in a factory that had exposed asbestos panels insulating the particular mold I was running with no respirator, worked in machine shops with no air filtration, and ran behind commercial mowers for the past ten years. I get winded just walking up the stairs here at home.
 
My stepdad died of COPD. He smoked two packs a day up to the very end including when he was on an oxygen tank 24/7. He was too weak to leave the house.

My dad’s death was partially attributed to COPD even though he had quit smoking 30 years ago. He was using oxygen a lot of the time.

My mom had complications including COPD and was using oxygen frequently. She smoked until the last couple of years.

This is why it’s beyond my comprehension why anyone in the here and now would choose to start smoking.
 
My dad died of cancer but he had opd as well. He smoked since he was old enough to hold a cigarette. Never could separate smoking from working on cars so he never was able to quit. There were times at the end when he was deathly afraid his next breath wasn’t coming. I know the chemo took my Dad but the copd was the worst thing that ever happened to him. To hell with cigarettes and the people that make them.
Im sure that brother Art is at piece just having that horror show behind him.
 
My dad died of cancer but he had opd as well. He smoked since he was old enough to hold a cigarette. Never could separate smoking from working on cars so he never was able to quit. There were times at the end when he was deathly afraid his next breath wasn’t coming. I know the chemo took my Dad but the copd was the worst thing that ever happened to him. To hell with cigarettes and the people that make them.
Im sure that brother Art is at piece just having that horror show behind him.

I have COPD and I smoked for 24 years. Combine that with all the brake dust and other crap we breathe as mechanics and old age doesn't look good for me. I've got a battery of inhalers for daily use, but I still get winded climbing the stairs up to our band practice room.
 
I’m not judgmental toward the older generation among us who started 30-40-50 years ago when much less science was available. It’s incredibly hard for a lifetime smoker to quit.

But for young people like high school age who choose to start smoking now, I just want to slap them around. I know that’s harsh but it’s how I feel.
 
I have COPD and I smoked for 24 years. Combine that with all the brake dust and other crap we breathe as mechanics and old age doesn't look good for me. I've got a battery of inhalers for daily use, but I still get winded climbing the stairs up to our band practice room.

I have asthma. It’s manageable with inhalers and so far isn’t limiting my activity much. I am affected when we get smoke from wildfires or there’s an inversion layer of stagnant air. If I’d smoked for 40 years I’m sure I’d either be bedridden or deceased.

This thread is not about me though. It’s about Art and it’s a sobering cautionary warning.
 
Thank you very much, Art, for having the courage to create this thread to share your last day on Earth with our TB community. I believe I speak for nearly everyone here when I say that you should be highly respected for taking the option to die with dignity at the time and place of your own choosing instead of lingering indefinitely in "God's waiting room".

I made a point to play a solo bass rendition of "Amazing Grace" as a tribute to your passing. Peace unto you, brother.