A right to be murdered
I recalled my end-of-life vision the other day as I listened to news of our state proposing to make our medical doctors executioners.
In my vision I am dying. I’m in a brightly lit room with white paint on the walls and white bed linens. It’s a sunny spring day. I hear a robin singing outside my open window while it perches in a small tree. I hear laughter from a young person in the hallway outside my door. I am alone. In my vision, I know I am dying. I feel fear and dread but my strongest emotion is jealousy, jealousy that the world moves on without me. I am jealous of the young person laughing in the hall who has years of life ahead.
I don’t recall when that vision was formed in my head, but I have remembered it for years. As far as I know the scene has not changed over the years. It invokes strong emotions in me and I guess that’s why I remember it. Not being spiritual, I don’t believe I’m seeing my actual death in that vision, nevertheless it’s powerful.
I stand here today with a right to die. I could kill myself today. I could do it actively with chemicals, gases, weapons, ropes, water or gravity among other methods. I could do it passively through exposure or self-neglect.
Today, no doctor has a right to kill me. No human has a right to suggest I swallow deadly pills sitting before me in a little plastic cup. My insurance premiums, or tax dollars, do not pay professional suicide counselors who persuade people to kill themselves.
Today, no doctor (in Maryland) is paid a quiet bonus by an insurance company for convincing an expensive terminal patient to kill himself. No sick person is being fed a load of guilt by the government and society for selfishly trying to live another day.
So, the leftist propaganda machine has coined the phrases, “right to die” and “death with dignity.” No critter on earth has ever been denied the “right to die. That result is guaranteed to us all.
As far as “death with dignity,” first of all, the phrase implies trying to live is somehow undignified. What is undignified? Dealing with pain? Rudely causing your loved ones to see you suffer? Are modern medical practices “undignified?” Should colonoscopies be banned because they are “undignified?” Should I kill myself rather than submit to the indignity of that procedure? Dying is ugly, messy and sometimes expensive.
Thousands kill themselves every year. Most do it in ways that make their intentions clear and do not implicate others in any way regarding wrongful death.
My mother viewed suicide as “a coward’s way out.” Not too difficult to see that point of view when you learn of Auschwitz survivors, or see people living with horrible disabilities, or under horrible circumstances. However the actual final act does seem to require some sense of determination and, dare-I-say, bravery. But each case and person is different and the individual has the final say.
I’ve known people who committed suicide. I didn’t find it dignified. In one case it was a final monument to a life lived horribly. In another case it was an overreaction to an event many of us experience and deal with in healthy ways. Others apparently had depression dominate their lives that from the outside weren’t too different from yours and mine.
While not exactly suicide, I had a grandfather who rapidly accelerated his death after he lost his wife. He neglected his health and apparently “lost his will to live.” I saw nothing dignified in his end. Most widowers deal with their horrible loss and think more of their surviving family than themselves. While I see no honor in my grandfather’s self-neglect, at least he made that decision on his own, and he implicated no one else in his death.
If my end-of-life vision ever mutates to include a doctor walking into my bright room, I hope I don’t see hemlock in his hand.
Please, Marylanders, don’t make my doctor a potential executioner. You have chosen to protect the lives of all murderers supposedly for the fear that one may be innocent. How, then, can you promote the execution of old and sick people when just one might be temporarily depressed? When just one might recover?
If you are truly worried about your own “right to die” and are not obsessed with giving the state the ability to execute inconvenient people, you can guarantee your “right” on your own. Google how to buy or manufacture a powerful poison. Get it or make it. Put it in a locket and wear it. Don’t ask others to do your dirty work.