Oddly enough, I’ve been having some related conversations lately…
Cancer can be horrific torture - but it isn’t always. My dad died just under two years ago of lung cancer, but it was a variety that caused very little pain.
I want to point out a few things about the anecdote related by the OP:
It’s a dirty little secret that chemo and/or radiation often doesn’t prolong life very much at all, and that “extra” time is often spent in abject misery due to the damage they do to the body,
My dad choose NOT to treat his cancer. Sure, it killed him in the end… but it was just the cancer doing the damage, not cancer AND chemo AND radiation. Don’t get me wrong - there are times it is entirely proper to bring out the big guns and the results can be very much worth it. It’s just sometimes instead of the bullet hitting the target the gun blows up in your face.
And there’s the rub - he was hoping for a miracle. I told several people today that I’d rather deal with a brutal reality than false hope, because in the end you will have to deal with reality anyway, and that false hope just adds another layer of pain in the end.
Look at what is actually said in that paragraph. The man went through round after round of chemo hoping it would work - if it’s not working in reality why keep doing it? It was chemo that caused the blood clots in his lungs, radiation that damaged his brain. My father also died of cancer, but he wasn’t bed-ridden until the final two weeks, he was still able to eat up until the final two weeks and even enjoy it, he could still drink, speak, and interact with people.
Maybe as much as anything else we need to re-think the necessity to “fight” the end - to “fight” cancer, to “fight” heart disease, to “fight” whatever is bringing a close to our days. We’re all going to die of something and it seems to me that at a certain point failing to accept that just makes the dying worse. Maybe if we gave people the permission to do nothing as an option without implying it’s somehow a failure (because you’re not fighting, you’re not working, you’re not doing everything) people wouldn’t be spending their final months enduring painful but futile treatments.
My father was 85 and had acquired a number of health problems in his final few years. If cancer hadn’t killed him he likely would have died of a heart attack or stroke, and if that didn’t get him liver or kidney failure was also on the horizon a couple years in the future. He wasn’t going to get another 10 or even another 5 years even if the cancer could have been eliminated. All aggressive treatment of the cancer would have done is make his final months miserable. He chose to “go home and die”, but his final 8 months were mostly pretty good, and he got out of the house quite a bit up until the final month. He didn’t spend those months throwing up or laying in bed.
Maybe fewer people would want to die if they didn’t have false hope of a miracle, if they weren’t told they had to “fight the disease”, if they weren’t pressured to “do everything”.