So I stumbled upon Rick Santorums strange comments on Euthanasia in the Netherlands. And by strange I mean either ignorance or lies- as they have no relation to the truth. But that’s not my point…
Why, are we so opposed to euthanasia laws in the country. When I was growing up I worked for a veternarian and years later dated one for several years, and have euthanized 7 pets in my life. I am intimately familiar with euthanasia. I, and a very large majority of americans will not allow their animals to suffer unneededly, and will mercifully, peacefully, and with love end their animals sufferings. So why don’t we have that right for ourselves?
I have in my adult life watched people I love suffer the ravages of alzheimers. Several cancers. A stroke leaving her in a vegetative state for several years, and the ravages of parkinsons. I have had both my mother and father ask me to promise to help them end their lives if they are facing the brutal ends they have witnessed so many of their friends go through.
But of course, in our country, apparently only “god” has the right to take your life. Or the state courts in 34 states as well as the federal government and military. And of course the tobacco companies can sell you a highly addictive substance that will quite likely kill you in most unpleseant ways, the liquor companies can sell a drug that kills 75,000 a year, but cannabis- which doesn’t kill, and indeed reduces the suffering of many terminal patients is still illegal in the majority of states and under federal law. Corporations can legally produce “acceptable” limits of toxins that insure that thousands of americans will die excruciating deaths every year. And of course we can have lovely laws that allow vigillantes to kill an innocent man without charges.
So please, tell me again, why should we not have the right to have a doctor end our lives when we have nothing but a few months of agony remaining? Why do we not have the right to spare our spouses, our children, our friends and family from watching, and paying for, those final months of misery.