Euthanasia: The Moral Issues

Euthanasia: The Moral Issues

Euthanasia: The Moral Issues

Euthanasia: The Moral Issues

Synopsis

This book brings together the views of moral theorists and physicians, advocates and opponents of euthanasia to offer a well-balanced debate of the most critical issues in this emotion-filled controversy.

"... the two sides presented make this book a must-read". -- American Rationalist

Excerpt

Stewart Alsop, the respected political columnist, was diagnosed as having leukemia in July, 1971. In sharing the ensuing struggle with his readers, Alsop described the experience of Jack, a hospital roommate.

The third night that I roomed with Jack in our tiny double room in the solid-tumor ward of the cancer clinic of the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda, Maryland, a terrible thought occurred to me.

Jack had a melanoma in his belly, a malignant solid tumor that the doctors guessed was about the size of a softball. The cancer had started a few months before with a small tumor in his left shoulder, and there had been several operations since. The doctors planned to remove the softball-sized tumor, but they knew Jack would soon die. The cancer had metastasized—it had spread beyond control.

Jack was good-looking, about 28, and brave. He was in constant pain, and his doctor had prescribed an intravenous shot of a synthetic opiate—a pain-killer, or analgesic—every four hours. [Jack's] wife spent many of the daylight hours with him, and she would sit or lie on his bed and pat him all over, as one pats a child, only more methodically, and this seemed to help control the pain. But at night, when his pretty wife had left (wives cannot stay overnight at the NIH Clinic) and darkness fell, the pain would attack without pity.

At the prescribed hour, a nurse would give Jack a shot of the synthetic analgesic, and this would control the pain for perhaps two hours or a bit more. Then he would begin to moan, or whimper, very low, as though he didn't want to wake me. Then he would begin to howl, like a dog.

When this happened, either he or I would ring for a nurse, and ask for a pain-killer. She would give him some codeine or the like by mouth, but it never did any real good—it affected him no more than half an aspirin might affect a man who had just broken his arm.

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