is on a roll for those who like black humor...
Years ago, ethicist Arthur Caplan moved to Pennsylvania, and when he asked that his new driver's license be checked for an organ donor, the anonymous clerk warned him: Don't do it...if you do they might let you die...
Caplan's warning is echoed by an urban legend about a nurse who held off doctors trying to take a brain injured son to "harvest" his organs after the donor woke up unexpectedly...a tale I've been told three times, and the people all claim they heard the story from a nurse who had met that nurse...
Well, although the Schiavo case is expected to increase living wills, it just might lead to a decrease in organ donation and increase suspicion about getting adequate care if you don't have money or if your relatives want the money, etc...
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Right now, I'm leaning toward the approach taken by Lucy Gwin of Topeka, Kansas. In a letter castigating Harper's Magazine for doing a "Death with Dignity" piece, a letter the magazine published in its April 2005 issue, Ms Gwin reveals her own intentions:
I intended to make a living will myself, since I'd rather be dead than brain-damaged, but a drunk driver nailed me first. Neurologists classified my brain damage as severe. For a time I was ... "plugged into a wall like a Mr. Coffee machine." Today my living will, engraved on a dog tag, says, "Spare no expense. Keep me alive." Reading it, one hospital clerk actually gasped, "But that's so selfish!"
The right to die is not about pain or your family's stress; it's about what economists call "a downward pressure on rising costs."
Actually, The Living will I like is here.
If you want me to die before I’m good and ready, fuck you.
If I am brain-dead, if my cerebral cortex has turned to liquid, yet all my other organs are functioning properly, you’re going to keep me alive indefinitely. If it’s inconvenient to you, fuck you. If it costs you every penny you have, and the government every penny it has, and if every other human being on earth has to be made a slave to keeping me alive, fuck you.
I want heroic measures, and I want them precisely because I know you don’t want to have to do them. By choosing death as your default preferred option, you’ve pissed me off, and to the extent I have any say in the matter, fuck you.
The only chance you have of getting your way is by twisting the concept of the “living will” yet again so that you can ignore it entirely and kill anyone you want to, anytime you want to, for any excuse you can pull out of your ass.
And I know that you don’t want to take it that far because you want to still be able to delude yourself that you’re not sanctioning murder. And I also know that you will go that far if it comes to that, because when you strip aside all of the flowery rhetoric about “death with dignity” and “respecting your loved one’s wishes,” you’re all about the killing.
Which makes my living will a futile act of defiance that will only serve to emphasize that the “living will” has always been pure fiction designed to normalize the killing of innocent people.
So fuck you. See you in hell, fuckers.
Just joking. Actually, like a lot of medical people I have "Do Not resusitate and "no ventillator" tatooed on my chest. (It's a medical joke) But saying I have to starve to death if I become disabled, nope. But I trust my relatives more than the law...so I have this
Ah, but what is the problem with the living will?
And no, I don't have "organ donor" on my driver's license...