The Power of Buzzwords
Per my usual routine, I found myself absentmindedly clicking on all even partially interesting article titles on CNN.com and came across one article in particular that got me thinking. The link brought me to Time.com and an article entitled "Legal Euthanasia: No Spur to Suicide."
Not much noteworthy material in the article itself - I think anyone who shows up here would agree that euthanasia is a necessary evil. If, for some reason I was ever in a position where I would become nothing more than a burden to my loved ones as I wasted away into a pain ridden vegetable, pumped full of pain killers and losing what little was left of my delicate sanity I'd hope that I would be allowed to take the only thing that is truly my own in this world: My life.
This is by no means saying I am at all suicidal. But if I were in the same position as the former Mrs. Terri Schiavo, I would hope that someone close to me would realize that while I might be able to cope with the lose of limbs, senses or the ability to communicate - I could never, nor ever want to try and live when I had no mental capacity to even remain conscious.
Anyway - while I'm sure you find this diatribe fascinating, the honest intent of this posting is to point out my own weakness to certain buzzwords. If you've seen the Time article, than you probably paused when you read this sentence:
"A patient does not have to be terminally ill to be treated in the Netherlands, but does have to be facing "unbearable suffering," and children as young as 12 can be considered for treatment, with both parents' consent."
But why? Why would that ring any bells in my brain? One word: Children. The thought of killing children is, at first thought, absolutely repulsive to me and I paused. I paused so hard that I needed to write this article to work out why. If in my own moral code I can let the brainless, the old and the horribly infirmed ADULTS - than why did take more than just a minute for me to extend this right, (granted... this is just the right in the lawful and moral world of my head), to suffering children.
And after hefty consideration it is because I didn't think of the child suffering from who knows what horrible ailment, who can't think for themselves and who, ultimately, won't make it into adulthood or even have the fun and carefree childhood that one imagines. In their place I had imagined a frolicking, doe eyes little child - innocent and healthy. But it isn't these healthy, playful and innocent youths being "put under"... and if we as humans can see the pain in an animal enough to put it down, than why not extend the same to our youth? Just because they might have a slim chance of living to an age where they can make that choice for themselves? This seems cruel and unusual - even for a species as insanely selfish as our own that use religion and fictional codes of conduct to cover for their own fear of death and loss.
Labels: children, death, euthanasia, Terri Schiavo, Time