Death is so personal it can’t be politicised

By October 23, 2012 Recent News

Sydney Morning Herald 23 Oct 2012
Julie Fewster is a former pastoral care worker at Sacred Heart  Hospice.
Right now there are two people in my life wanting to die. My 19-year-old  university student friend Josh made his intentions really, really clear last  week. He stood in front of a train. It didn’t kill him and he is vigorously  being kept alive in intensive care. My 86-year-old dad, Bob, who lives in an  aged care facility, regularly quotes the  Ol’ Man River song “I’m tired  of living, but scared of dying.”
So with all this talk about the possibility of legalising euthanasia, what’s  the difference between Josh’s suicide attempt and assisted suicide should my dad  Bob want it? Having worked as a pastoral carer at a hospice for the dying, baptised dying  babies, and witnessed more than 200 deaths, I have heard the  physical and  spiritual pain and cries  of the dying, and their families and friends. All I  know is when it comes to death people have divided reactions. With something so  personal, it is dangerous to make it political and legalise euthanasia.
Some are praying for Josh to live no matter how hard it will be for him and  his shattered family to cope with his shocking, permanent brain injuries or  asking if Josh wanted to die, why did they try to save him? That he will be  useless now anyway so let him die. Most people say (and sometimes I think) that it will be a relief when dad  goes – losing his marbles as he is, as well as being a cranky, proud old  bastard. The main thing dad hates most is his loss of dignity – he really hates  to have to constantly change his pull-ups and that he has no privacy. He hates  that his body needs so many hands on it – to change things, rub things, make him  swallow things. He feels diminished when he has to lift his arms like a child to  let me put on his jumper, or can’t stand up to fasten his trousers (”a bank  manager wouldn’t be seen dead in tracky daks”), can’t do up his own seatbelt,  or see the food on his clothes, walk me to the door, or slip me a crisp $50  note.
Since dad has been at his most undignified, I have had a choice. To leave him  alone (which still I frustratedly do now and then),  do what he says (”take me  out the back and shoot me”)  or learn to love him no matter what. We struggle.  We have learnt to look at each other with compassion when I kneel before him and  dry his feet, when I tell him he still looks like Frank Sinatra after I cut and  comb his hair and when he tells me it’s not right that a daughter has to wipe  his bottom. I’ve learnt to walk really, really slowly beside him. I tune in to  the little sighs, sometimes our breaths align. We’re both learning about  patience and saying sorry – there are tears and curses. In our daily  ministrations we are learning to say, no matter what you are going through I  love you, I will not leave you alone and you are still worth something in this  world. Even in this state. Research tell us that the reason people try to kill themselves is primarily  due to strong feelings of disconnection to people and society, a sense of  isolation and/or lack of belonging, and a feeling of ineffectiveness or the  sense of being a burden for others.
Spiritually, a loss of hope. Being highly functional and in control is a highly prized concept in our  western world. But death is about as out of control as it gets in life. After  witnessing so many deaths, I know you should never underestimate a person’s will  to live; even if the rest of us don’t think it’s a life much worth living. Our expectations that we don’t have to endure being out of control or to  suffer indignities is feeding a growing sense of entitlement that dulls our  capacity and willingness to experience pain and suffering. Yet these two things  give us empathy, which leads to tolerance, compassion and love. When a young person like Josh attempts suicide we cry ”oh no, there must be  something wrong with him”, or we blame ourselves.
We rarely say, “that’s OK,  they were sick of living and it’s their right to choose”. I already hear the  rumblings of  ”he would be better off dead”. Better for who? What part of us says it’s OK to look at a sleepy, drooling, pant-dirtying  group of old people with dementia and say they can choose to die if they want?   Or let someone else says it’s ok.