So there’s about six or seven of us in the break room finishing up our lunches. A lady who works just a little ways down the hall from me and I were talking about healthcare when I mentioned that the government should not pay hundreds of thousands of dollars for treatments for terminal cancer patients and it might be simply to load them up with painkillers and euphoriants and wait for the end (not depriving them of food or water).
She looked at me as if I’d just peed in the sink.
After she got over her shock, she explained to me how I was thirty seven different kinds of a monster. I sat there not saying anything because her reaction caught me completely by surprise. But worse, others in the break room began to chime in. One of them said it was “a coward’s death” and the terminally ill should face the end with a “clear and free mind preparing to meet God.” Another said it was just a cost-cutting measure and “How would you like the government to treat your mother that way?” I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying my mother died of cancer five years ago, and thank you for bringing it up, dickhead. But not a single person in the room was on my side. Everyone was looking at me as if I were a giant carnivorous lizard in a Gestapo uniform.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t see how.
It makes no sense to me that the government (the taxpayers, that is) should spend huge amounts of money trying to prolong a terminally ill patient’s life by a few weeks or a couple of months at most. If the family wants to spend the money, very well, let them. But when the doctors say there’s no reasonable hope for you, then I think the rest of us have already done all we can reasonably be expected to do for you. The best thing is simply to make you as comfortable as possible and wait for the end. And to my mind, making you comfortable includes providing you with drugs to kill physical pain and mood elevators to keep you from spending your last few days or weeks lying helpless in a bed staring at a slowly approaching death. And, of course, any patient of sound mind would have the right to refuse the mood elevators if they have religious or philosophical objections to them.
It’s simple, really. There is no point in spending huge amounts of public money prolonging the end, and there is no reason the terminally ill should have to suffer physically or emotionally while waiting for the guy with the robe and scythe if they don’t want to.
I can’t see where my reasoning might have gone wrong, but now I feel uncertain.
Is such a death cowardly? I don’t see how subjecting yourself to unnecessary suffering has anything to do with courage. Is such a death cruel? Is the idea morally reprehensible? It seems even more cruel and reprehensible not to use those medical resources elsewhere, where they can do a lot more good.
Do I need to re-think this position, or am I just giving in to peer pressure here?
(And don’t talk to me about death panels. Just don’t. I’m sick of it.)