I’m so very sorry you and your family went through that. Yes, you were most definitely victims of the War On Drugs anti-painkiller mindset that swept through medicine about that time. It was stupid and cruel and caused needless suffering, and again, I’m so sorry.
That part has gotten better. I agree with you that dying in America is still often a dreadful experience, but at least now they can do it with appropriate pain medication.
There is an amazing documentary How to Die in Oregon that premiered at Sundance this year. It won the Grand Jury Prize in the U. S. Documentary Competition. It was compelling and tragic, but absolutely reinforced my support for assisted suicide. The people who were featured were amazing and the film made it seem like there were very strong safeguards in place to prevent any abuse of the system. I’m trying to work towards getting a similar bill passed in California.
In all honesty, i’m somewhat lairy of the testimony of a person who comes up with their own pithy mental comment at such a time.
I think the “slippery slope” problem is one that already exists on the other side. You point to the fear that some might be euthanised when that is not their wish; on the other hand, for many people now they cannot be euthanised when that is their wish.
My concern over the “not in sound mind” argument is that too often it seems to be a circular argument. They’re not in sound mind, so we shouldn’t take their desire for suicide seriously. And we know they’re not in sound mind because they desire suicide. If “we” inherently are concerned that suicide is impulse-based and a result of irrational thinking, then it stands to reason we’ve already prejudged the case before we get to it.
Who defined any death as “dignified”? Having an asshole quack doctor from Michigan pump poison into you is “dignified”? Says who?
Unless one is in a condition like Christopher Reeve why does one need the help of others to off themselves?
Put your affairs in order an then put a gun in your mouth. Or take a lot of pills. Or jump off a tall building. Or put a rope around your neck. Or stand in front of a freight train.
Or, take a lot of pills, put a rope around your neck, jump off a tall building (that is by a railroad track) and put a gun in your mouth on the way down. If you survive that buy a lottery ticket!
In the midst of all your other worries you have to apply for a gun permit.
Which pills?
Landing on some poor slob wandering by at the wrong moment. Poor janitor who has to clean up the mess, too.
So that your kids can walk in on your swinging carcass in the garage. Nice present for them (or anyone else) to find.
Nice present for the train driver to have to live with for the rest of his life, ain’t it?
Or, you could go to a nice place, like Edward G. Robinson in ‘Soylent Green’, and have your body recycled into a nutritious snack food. I don’t know why the later is so objectionable (well, other than the snack food bit).
I have never heard of instances where medical professionals denied people pain medication, even if it might hasten their death. Your situation is the first. Are you sure that it happened as you described?