When I was lying flat in bed in a ton of pain from strokes and dystonia someone brought up the subject of stem cell research that could possibly cure me.  Their mouth hit the floor when I managed to yell out, "DEATH FIRST!!!"

I didn't care if they thought I wanted to be sick.  I didn't care if they couldn't understand that I refuse to have someone else die so I can be pain free and stop my fist from punching me in the jaw and anything else that got in arms reach.  I still don't care.

I'm in remission now (5 years after that moment) and with the help of Lamictol my lovely involuntary muscle movements are mostly under control.  I know at any moment (literally) I can be bedfast, back in my wheelchair and partially to totally paralysed all over again.  I still yell "DEATH FIRST!"

I'm not going to waste my time trying to explain the hideous evil behind embryonic stem cell research, because those who are for it lack the ability to grasp reality and the word "morality" doesn't exist in their vocabulary, therefore wouldn't understand a single word I write.

BUT!  I will say this.  My favourite uncle had cancer.  He's a millionaire and can afford any form of treatment he wants.  He chose stem cell.  He chose to use HIS OWN stem cells to help cure his cancer.  According to the majority of medical "experts" only embryonic will help.  According to reality YOUR OWN stem cells can do the job.

Yes, you read that correctly.  Your own stem cells can be taken out, twaddled with, sent back in and BAM!  Do wonders!  When they found my uncles cancer it was too far along for chemo and radiation to do enough good for him to last long.  Tweaking his own stem cells - he's alive all these years later.  He's doing fantastic.  AND there is no cancer.

Freak accident?  No.  Reality.