by Craig Klugman, Ph.D.
My spouse and I have an ongoing conversation, really more of an argument, about one end-of-life scenario. I have stated on several occasions that being in my middle-40s, if I was struck by a serious disease (usually the disease in the scenario is cancer) with a less than 50 percent chance of survival (remission), and a course of treatment that is prolonged and painful, then I would choose not to receive treatment. Instead, I would do a lot of traveling (if able), visit with friends (if able), and then die comfortably.
I say this as a healthy, able-bodied person and as he is quick to point out, I can’t know how I would feel if I’m ever in such a situation. I grant him that, but I have seen enough of people undergoing such treatment, talked to families about dying, have a strong sense over the distribution of societal resources, and have no one dependent on me for their existence. I also have good insurance, good social support, and an above average understanding of the culture and language of medicine.
I do not bring this up because of the recent suicide of Robin Williams, which may have been spurred by his diagnosis of Parkinson’s. Recently, I read the story of Gillian Bennett, a retired clinical psychotherapist and wife of a philosopher who at age 85 took her own life rather than suffer the increasing indignities of her dementia. On a sunny day before noon in British Columbia, Bennett and her husband brought a foam mattress to a hillside with a beautiful view.
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