Brittany Maynard is a 29 year old woman with terminal brain cancer who has moved to Oregon in order to receive a doctor’s prescription for life-ending drugs. I choose to respect her decision. This is not a post about her, but about her verbiage.
My concern is the use of the term “dignity”
There’s an implication here that irks me. You do not lack dignity if you live out your days being cared for by others. That someone else helps you bathe and dress and God-forbid change your diapers…this has nothing to do with:
We all want to go out on our own terms, but life sucks sometimes and there’s no dishonor in vulnerability.
Love and peace to Brittnay Maynard and all who suffer.
UPDATE: A lovely reader, Marcy, sent me an email with a different interpretation, which I think is valid and good to remember:
My interpretation is that it’s trying to show contrast between the state-sanctioned pills and the likely traumatic ways that terminal people attempt to end their lives early when they are not given a more peaceful option.
I honestly hadn’t thought of that, and was simply reacting to the idea I often hear from people equating a loss of dignity with long term care. I’m also glad to see another side.