Argument for Euthanasia: Personal Narrative

Last year 23 September 2012. I had a resident called “Mrs X” she was a 72year-old widowed living at ---, a Nursing Care Home. She’s not a religious type of person as she was Atheist. She has lived in the home for the past two years, and during that time I was assigned as her key worker. Mrs X had One Son and 3 grand daughters they are all regular visitors to the home. She has recently been diagnosed with renal failure, and her life expectancy is only a couple of months without dialysis. In the past Mrs X has made it clear that when her “time comes” she wants to be able to stay at Belmont House, and “go quietly”. She has stated that she does not want any treatment that will prolong her life. This means

Thank you for the sharing of your personal experience. If I knew, the patient was dying, I would like to contact the patient’s loved one and allow them to have time say goodbye. Death is a process of life. We cannot avoid or run away from it. Therefore, ones need to learn the harmony of life. Grief is unavoidable during the death process. However, if we deal with it well, we can learn and obtain valuable experience on it. Life is sharing and love.

She was the only other person I had with me here and I couldn't lose her and be all alone again. I made sure she stayed comfortable and fed and hydrated. Three days went by and she started to get better. She was able to sit up in the bed. She still wasn't able to talk yet . I tried asking how she'd gotten that far down the road and she couldn't get anything but a mumble out. So I gave her water and told her to rest and that I was going to get more food. I went back to the conviient store and filled my basket up again . I also grabbed more baskets and filled those up as well. I won't have to keep making trips if I just bring a lot of food with me. I went ahead and got all of those baskets of food back and also went to a couple more conviient stores and filled more baskets and got more food and drinks. I made sure all food were put up nice and neatly in the kitchen cabinets and ice box and freezer. I got clean water and mopped the hallways and cleNed the kitchen and my room . It looks new and clean in there now. All the dirt puddles were now gone . To my surprise Mrs. Manigat was actually getting better and wa now able to

She told stories that began to have new meaning when she told them for the last time. They felt deeper and drive themselves further into my heart where they still reside. Nana then went on to explain how she was sick of fighting and her one wish was for us to just let her go peacefully. At the time I was so angered by her selfishness. How could she give up when my aunt had another baby on the way. A baby that would never know her grandmother. A baby who would never know the warmth of her hugs. I begged her to stay. I cried at her side begging her to stay so we could make more memories like the ones that she had just told. She refused and told me to stay strong with a smile that I took the wrong way. I was so angry at her. How could she abandon her family? How could she be so greedy to do this? I told her I loved her and walked out of the room in a rage and when I got to the hallway I collapsed in an immense rush of emotions. This competes for the lowest part of my life. I sobbed on the floor and didn’t care who saw me or when a kind nurse tried to help me up. I was frozen in anguish as my mind tried to figure out what was happening. If I had known

As I was about to round off my shift 7am to 3:15pm, on 7/31/2015, I received a call from the admission office that I should prepare for a 75year old end stage cancer patient As I was preparing for the admission the patient was brought in on a stretcher with her family. The patient was admitted for back pain and loss of weight. It was diagnosed that “Miriam” had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and was given three months to live. She has two siblings who live far apart, one in New York and the other in Georgia. She used to live with her daughter in Georgia until she began complaining of back pain and losing weight. Upon admission to the facility her daughter was convinced that Miriam had less than ninety days to live.

[It] was three days after her second donation, when they finally let me in to see her in the small hours of the morning. She was in a room by herself, and it looked like they’d done everything they could for her . . . Now I took one glance at her in that hospital bed under the dull light and recognized the look on her face, which I’d seen on donors often enough before. It was like she was willing her eyes to see right insider herself, so she could patrol and marshal all the better the separate areas of pain in her body . . . She was, strictly speaking, still conscious, but she wasn’t accessible to me as I stood there beside her metal bed. (Ishiguro, 235-236)

She was the older sister I’ve always wanted and my biggest role model. She was a high spirited person and always had a smile on her beautiful face. She developed some symptoms, but less than a year later, she was classified as having stage four renal diseases. She was in and out of college, needing to drop out because of her flares. I saw how much she wanted to live a “normal” life, but couldn’t. She never complained and always tried to live life to the fullest. A month after her twenty-fourth birthday, she was admitted to the hospital. For the next couple of months, she went through copious tests and transfusions. Whenever I visited her, I felt like a part of me was dying, so helpless. Our family was completely exhausted, but would never leave her or give up

When I was younger my grandmother fell into a coma after her surgery. This was an unexpected situation because the doctor told our family that the surgery would be fine and she would come out alive. Next thing I know, we got a phone call from my uncle that my grandma was in critical condition. The doctor told us something went wrong during the surgery and my grandmother became a vegetable. When I went to visit and saw her on the bed, I was devastated. I was so young and I felt completely helpless. I wanted to do something, but I did not know what I could have done because I was only her grandchild. At that time, my mind was blank, but I was still observing the hospital settings. I saw numerous nurses walking around, monitoring and

I knew from that point on everything was going to be okay and she was a fighter. After a few weeks of chemo she was able to go back home and take care of herself again. I didn’t want to bother her or make her tired so I tried not to ask as many questions or talk as much. On our last real morning together she woke me up and asked me, is it coffee for one or two? I smiled and said make it two I had a rough night. She laughed at me and said one it is and milk and honey for the youngest nurse I’ve ever had.as we always did we had our morning talk, but this talk was different. She told me, if anyone ever asks about me tell them my name was Ruth Mae Marks I was born a Simmons and I was a fighter. I raised all of my girls to be fighters just like me. I looked at her with a confused face as she smiled at me and said, my life was spent work all day until you came along and I had a reason to retire. She told me every morning I gave her something to live for just because she knew I would always be there waiting for her. I started to cry because I knew this was her good bye, she told me tears were made of salt and salt was made for cooking not running down your face. This was the morning I learned how to make red velvet cake and the last morning I got to talk with my grandmother. As much as I miss her I’m glad she’s at peace. Every day I spend my mornings talking to her in hopes that she hears me and I’m making her proud of me. She made me a fighter and a strong believer that I can overcome

My question was, “Okay, do we tell her or just let everything seem as if it all going to be alright?” We just wanted Mom to be happy and not in any pain. So, we decided not to tell her that she was dying, just to take it one day at a time. After, that I took a month off from work to spend time

As I stood watching the moms work on her and trying to get ahold of her mom, I began tearing up and was thinking of the worst things possible. What if her heart is failing again? What if she doesn’t get any better? What if I lose one of my best friends? What if? Looking at her crying and scared to death because her mom was two hours away, I said a little

Euthanasia is defined as, "The act or practice of putting to death painlessly a person suffering from an incurable disease." Euthanasia can be traced back as far back as the ancient Greek and Roman civilizations. It was sometimes allowed in these civilizations to help others die. Voluntary euthanasia was approved in these ancient societies. Today, the practice of euthanasia causes great controversy. Both pro-life groups and right-to-die groups present arguments for their different sides. Pro-life groups make arguments and present fears against euthanasia. I contend that the case for the right to die is the stronger argument.

    America’s founding fathers declared that every person had certain inalienable rights they are born with and cannot be separated from. They listed citizens’ rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Today's government must decide if a right to life equates to a right to death.

Most adults diagnosed with cancer undergo years of treatment in attempts to cure that cancer. However, sometimes these treatments may not work, or the cancer is found too late in a patient to be stopped, and a patient’s cancer can be determined terminal, which means that the cancer can not be cured and will lead to death. If cancer is determined terminal, end-of-life care can be administered patients to control lasting pains, including shortness of breath, nausea, and constipation. However, this treatment does not cure the cancer, and will not prevent death in a terminally ill cancer patient. In some cases, patients decide that receiving end-of-life treatment is not worth it if the treatment does not prevent death. Terminally ill cancer patients may also continue to experience unbearable suffering, despite end-of-life treatments, as it is not always effective. These factors may push some terminally ill cancer patients to request to be actively euthanized. Active euthanasia is the merciful ending of a patient’s life through a single act, such as an injection. Terminally ill cancer patients should have the right to determine if they are actively euthanized. However, only patients who consider their suffering unbearable should have the right to be euthanized.

Voluntary euthanasia, or physician-assisted suicide, has been a controversial issue for many years. It usually involves ending a patient’s life early to relieve their illness. Most of the controversy stemmed from personal values like ethics or religion. The euthanasia debate puts a huge emphasis on what doctors should do for their patients and how much a person’s life is worth. Supporters of euthanasia primarily focus on cost and pain alleviation. Opponents of euthanasia tend to focus on morality. Whether euthanasia is legal or not could significantly affect future generations’ attitudes about death. Euthanasia should be legalized nationally because it helps patients that could be in unimaginable pain, offers more options for more people, and it is relatively inexpensive compared to the alternatives.