©April 1999
Carol Jane Remsburg
DEATH WITH HONOR?
Death
with honor. What is that? Each of us is born and each of us die. At times, our demise isn’t what we would
choose for ourselves. Sometimes it is
swift and soft, betimes brutal, other times it is a lingering horror. For the latter, we ought to have some
options.
Yes,
accidents happen with the surety of the sunrise and life ends in seconds. We all accept how this happens. The survivors walk around rather stunned in
the aftermath of a loved one’s demise.
We logically know that we all shall pass, but the how hovers as a black
rain cloud. Soon, our internal meters
shunt those thoughts elsewhere. The
constant image of our own mortality is an ugly reminder, something that our
fragile psyches can’t linger over without damage of one sort or another.
However,
we must think about it from time to time.
What if we contracted some hideous disease that left us months and
months, maybe years of physical agony before we passed on. How would that impact us? How would it impact our loved ones? There are so many unhappy endings waiting in
the wings for us, we’d rather not contemplate them. But what if . . . ?
Choosing
the option to end your life, or to have someone else help you do the deed if
you are unable, is a very personal choice.
This isn’t something that all of society, nor every culture and religion
will embrace. However, that right
should be available, not criminal, not up for the courts to decide.
Consider,
if you will, that you’ve finally been diagnosed with ALS, or something equally
hideous and currently without a cure or comfort. The onset of ALS isn’t sudden, but you know something isn’t
right. Normally by the time the true
nature of the illness is discovered, you are already suffering. Your limbs won’t abide your will any
longer. Being ambulatory is the second
major thing to go after your fine motor skills and balance disappear.
No
real pain aside from the mental anguish over not knowing what the hell is wrong
with you. Your limbs are no longer at
your whim, much less your command. You
look at them like they belong to someone else for as much good as your will has
over them. This is one disease that
doesn’t infest the mind, but it has everything else as its disposal. This is a slow dance of paralyzation.
Once
your arms and legs succumb, then the disease reaches farther inward and
deeper. Your swallowing reflex goes
kaput. Eating and drinking just enough
to survive wastes away your body leaving you exhausted. Your muscle control over your bowels and
bladder desert you and bring you back to a more infantile state. Very soon now, it will be over. Speaking stops, it takes too much effort as
you fight to breathe. It’s gradual
suffocation of the worst form. Talk
about criminal.
Millions
of people die each year, many suffer this way or that with crippling,
unspeakable pain, and endure isolation and emotional devastation. Life without pain is not living, but pain
without the hope of reprieve isn’t living either. For many, the option to euthanize isn’t one to be considered at
all. However, it should be a personal
decision the victim is allowed to make and not made for them.
In
our country there are rights for nearly everything and the courts battle them
out daily. Yet, no one faults the owner
of a tormented pet to put it out of its misery in a humane fashion. As a matter of fact, if you allow your dog,
cat, horse, or other pet to agonize, you could be arrested for either
negligence or cruelty to animals. In
the end, we treat our pets better than ourselves and our loved ones.
Whenever
it is that death comes to us, in its shadow we all pray for the ease of
release; the end to our misery. None of
us ever asked to be born. We had no
choice as to how we were raised. Our
adult lives have a certain parameter of leeway, but like as not, we are always
on the receiving end of things outside of our control. For those of us who meet with sudden ends,
there are no choices. As our very last
act in this world, we ought to be allowed an honorable, dignified exit of our
choosing if at all possible.