I'm happy to announce that fifteen of my paintings are going to be on display (October 3, 2011) at Overlook Medical Center, as part of their "Schwartz Center RoundsAnnual Dinner." The event facilitator, Jeanne is a friend of mine. She and I met online about six months (through my many searches about palliative care and hospice). She is the "Ethics & Palliative Care Program Coordinator" at Overlook Hospital (here in NJ). I had contacted her, asking about patient's rights and shared a brief history about my accident, and my struggles. It turned out that she and I shared a mutual acquaintance (from Kessler). We shared email correspondences over a period of several months, and she was very moved by my blogs and artwork. Before long we became friends. She has been very supportive, and caring.
She came to visit me a couple of months ago, and we discussed the possibility of displaying some of my artwork at the hospital. She explained that she worked very closely with doctors, nurses and other medical professionals and thought that the medical community at her hospital could benefit from seeing my paintings and reading my writing. She said that part of her job entailed helping new doctors and nurses learn to be more compassionate and empathetic to patient's needs. I agreed, and was happy for the opportunity. I have often felt frustrated by the lack of help that medical science has been able to offer me, and upset by the treatments and lifestyle that I'm forced to endure because of my injury. I do believe my artwork could potentially help medical professionals better understand what it is like to live paralysis, and to suffer with chronic pain and illness. It has always been my hope, that by sharing my writing and my artwork that I would educate others and open people's hearts and minds.
I truly believe in order for a cure to paralysis being found, more people must understand how horribly and profoundly it can change a person's life and how difficult it can be to live with it, everyday. I have also come to believe strongly in patient's having the right to advocate for themselves and to have the right to die with dignity (when medical science can not offer a cure or relief to severely debilitating or incurable illness/conditions). I think it is important for medical professionals to do everything within their means to give patients the highest quality of life they possibly can, to listen to what their patients are saying and to alleviate suffering whenever possible.
I think it is crucial for the medical community and society at large, to recognize that some conditions are worse than death, and when/if a patient is mentally competent to asses his/her own situation, that he/she alone should be able to determine what lengths he/she is willing to go through to preserve his/her own life and those wishes should be respected. In many ways, I feel our society is more "humane" to our pets than we are to millions of people that are essentially forced into suffering, because there is no cure, or treatment available to alleviate their pain. Not everyone with an incurable, terminal, debilitating disease or injury would choose death, over life. However, I believe there ought to be a quick, peaceful alternative available to those who want it. I hope my artwork and my writing will inspire change.
I think this dinner at Overlook hospital is another small step in my journey to open hearts and minds towards suffering, quality of life and death. I really hope my works hits a soft spot and sinks in, for all the medical professionals that attend. I hope it makes an impact.The dinner itself is an annual event, and has an interesting history. I feel honored to be included in the tradition. I asked Jeanne to tell me a little bit about the purpose of the dinners and about their collective history. This is what she sent me:
"Schwartz Center Rounds were started by Kenneth B. Schwartz, a health care attorney from Boston, who died from lung cancer at a young age. He wanted to leave a legacy of support for professional healthcare workers to enhance and replenish their abilities to provide compassionate care for patients and families. He recognized that some of the most important work of healthcare professionals is to deliver compassion to their patients (hand holding, listening, laughing, combing hair, etc.).
The purpose of the monthly Rounds are to provide a forum and “level playing field” where caregivers from diverse disciplines (doctors, nurses, social workers, chaplains, dietary workers, etc.) discuss difficult emotional and social issues that arise in caring for patients. It is a forum to explore the human and emotional side of clinical medicine ---but with the focus on the patient-caregiver relationship rather than solely on the patient’s medical situation. Even though doctors and nurses cannot cure many conditions/diseases, they can still relate to one another and to patients and families in a way that provides hope, support and sustenance to the healing process.
We have these Rounds monthly and usually present a case that was difficult or emotional in some way. We often shed tears. Once a year, we hold a special “Rounds” where we invite a patient or family member to share their views about the experience they had. As you can see, your artwork and story will be a very powerful topic for discussion and expression of feelings from all.
Your paintings and your voice will carry your story to the hearts of each of those who come and will strengthen their ability to reflect on the suffering of all patients."
Good stuff :) I'm excited to hear the feedback!
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Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Monday, September 12, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Haiku: Death
Death is calling me
I long for its endless sleep
To breath my last breath
Wishing to be free
Tired of this misery
Take me to heaven
God, be merciful
Release me from this rough life
End my suffering
I am so tired
Please don't let my eyes open
Take me in my sleep
I've suffered enough
Carry away my burdens
Ease this awful pain
Let my soul escape
I am chained to this body
Give me my freedom
Death I pray for you
I would gladly embrace you
My only savior
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I long for its endless sleep
To breath my last breath
Wishing to be free
Tired of this misery
Take me to heaven
God, be merciful
Release me from this rough life
End my suffering
I am so tired
Please don't let my eyes open
Take me in my sleep
I've suffered enough
Carry away my burdens
Ease this awful pain
Let my soul escape
I am chained to this body
Give me my freedom
Death I pray for you
I would gladly embrace you
My only savior
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
"How To Die In Oregon"
I just watched the HBO documentary, "How To Die In Oregon." It is a film about the debate, over whether or not people in the United States should have the right to "die with dignity," through physician assisted deaths. The documentary crew follows the lives, and deaths of several individuals, and their families. It presents clear arguments for why the right should be given to every citizen, and gives a very intimate view into the lives, and decision making process of the people involved, and what the process is like, in the state of Oregon. It also discusses opposing views, and the struggle involved, in getting legislation, like that in Oregon, passed in Washington.
One of the people the documentary follows, is a woman named Nancy. Nancy's husband had passed away, from cancer in his brain and spinal cord. At the time he was diagnosed with the illness (around 2006 I think), they were both Washington state residents. There was not much that doctors could do for him, in terms of treatment, and his prognosis was very grave. The disease progressed rapidly, and he lost his ability to care for himself. He suffered horribly, both physically and mentally, due to his degenerative condition, and his loss of freedom, and independence. He hated needing to be cared or, and wanted a peaceful, dignified death. At the time however, physician assisted suicide was illegal in his home state. He inquired about moving to Oregon, because he knew it was legal there, but his doctors told him he wouldn't be alive long enough to be able to establish residency there, or be able to give himself the lethal dose of medicine. He resigned himself to staying in his state. His wife Nancy described his final days being filled with pain, and suffering. One of his dying wishes, to her, was to work towards making physician assisted death legal in Washington, so that others wouldn't have to suffer the same way.
Nancy worked tirelessly, volunteering to speak, giving interviews, and making phone calls, to share her husband's story with the public, and to help raise awareness, and support, for the "Death With Dignity Act," which eventually passed, and was instituted in Washington, in 2008. During one of the many speaking engagements the documentary chronicles, the interviewer asked Nancy something to the effect of, "Death with dignity, the other side would call it assisted suicide. Is it assisted suicide?" She replied, "No. It's offense to me, to call it a suicide. Suicide is something someone does, who is otherwise physically healthy, and has their life ahead of them, but is clinically depressed and does not want to live." In another segment, she explains to a crowd of people, that although she and her husband were both raised Catholic, he (and obviously she agrees) didn't think it was right for the government, or any religious leader, to dictate how much someone should have to suffer. I agree with her opinions, whole heartedly.
The documentary discusses the Hippocratic oath, that doctors take, to "do no harm," and presents arguments from both sides. The film is clearly "pro" euthanasia rights, however it does offer examples, and give and take dialogue, from both sides of the issue. Some of the opponents to physician assisted death, claim that enacting such laws, is essentially giving the government the power to classify who is "fit" to live, versus those whose care might seem otherwise burdensome, or costly. I think this line of thinking is completely misguided. No one is saying "everyone with such, and such diagnosis, should be euthanized."
Giving citizens a dignified alternative, to assured suffering, has nothing to do with placing judgement on individuals. Everyone should have the right to determine what he/she considers to be a worthwhile life. Not everyone with a terminal diagnosis would choose to cut their life short. Not everyone that is disabled finds being dependent on others as painful, humiliating, or degrading. Everyone has their own unique threshold for suffering, and what he/she might classify as a life worth living. The point is, those people who do have a terminal illness, or incurable chronic illness, should have the right to determine when they've suffered enough. We as society, as loving, compassionate citizens, should recognize that in some cases, there are no medical answers or relief to suffering, but death itself. We should not demonize people for not wanting to suffer, or doctors for wanting to help ease someone's suffering.
If doctors have no methods to ease someone's physical illness, and that person is guaranteed to have a future filled with crippling limitations, lack of independence and/or physical suffering, than in my opinion, it is DOING HARM, not to offer a peaceful alternative. It is not right to say, you must suffer, because we can't help you. If death is a certainty, why prolong the suffering, and poor quality of life?
The documentary shows a man named Randy, dying from prostate cancer. In the film, he talks about his outrage over receiving a denial letter for more chemotherapy. Randy had already had several doses, but the treatments had been ineffective. He was too poor to pay for the treatments out of pocket, and the state of Oregon was refusing to pay for more treatments, because based on his diagnosis they felt that further treatments would only be futile (aka a waste of tax payer money), and were only offering him palliative, or "comfort care." He showed the rejection letter, which outlined the comfort care measures, that he COULD qualify for, given his condition. In the list, was the option of physician assisted death. He was completely irate, accusing Oregon of "putting a price on his life", and felt as though he was being pressured into dying. After going public with his story, the state agreed to pay for more radiation treatments. Despite treatment, he died a month later.
Giving people options, is totally different than imposing something on people. I don't think Oregon was wrong for denying Randy treatment. Some cases are lost causes. I receive all my medical benefits through the government, (Medicare and Medicaid) and believe whole heartedly that the government has the right to approve, or deny treatment, if they have clear evidence that it is unnecessary. As it is, there is a ton of price gauging, abuse of the system, and wasted money.
A perfect example, in my life, is receiving physical therapy. Due to my injury (C4/C5 complete), I was left completely paralyzed, with no hope of recovering any sensation, or functional ability, below my injury level. Directly after my accident, I received three months of inpatient acute, physical and occupational rehabilitation, and then six months of outpatient subacute rehab. For the first year and a half, after my accident I lived in and out of the hospital, and nursing facilities. During my stay in the nursing home, I received PT/OT five days a week (about a half hour of range of motion stretches, and exercises, done with the assistance of a physical therapist). Once I moved out, into my own apartment, the state paid to have a PT/OT therapist come to my home and teach my aides how to do range of motion exercises. I have been living here for over four years, and have only had PT/OT come to my home twice. The government will not approve me for outpatient PT/OT, because they feel, based on my diagnosis, anyone can be trained to do simple range of motion exercise with me. My prognosis, does not include "getting better," or regaining mobility, therefore they are justified in not wanting to pay for services that would be a waste of time and money. It doesn't make me angry. It makes sense.
I WISH I had a peaceful alternative to end this life. I don't think Oregon officials were wrong for denying the man in the film treatment. Clearly, he was terminally ill. Offering him the OPTION of a physician assisted death, was just that; an option. He had every right, not to exercise his right to die. In his opinion, his life was worth fighting for. That's all well and good, but there are cases where treatment is futile. If the tax payers are footing the bill, the government has the right to say whether or not they are going to pay. If you can afford it, and feel extra treatments are worth the cost,and risk, than more power to you. No one should tell you how you spend your own money (taxes & benefits aside). Just as, no one should force suffering upon others.
I HATE the life that my paralysis has forced onto me. I do not think it's right, or humane, to force me to live this way. If I lived in Oregon, or Washington, I would most certainly exercise the right to die with dignity. I'm not sure if I'd qualify, because I can't technically administer the medicine to myself. I'm a little fuzzy on the law, even after watching the film. They clearly point out that such legislation is feasible, because the patient is giving themselves the medicine, versus a doctor giving a lethal injection. However, everyone in the film, clearly had other people prepare the mixture, and help them. All they had to do was physically be able to ingest the concoction, by mouth. I could do that, but am unsure if my situation would be approved.
Most of society, and my loved ones don't like to admit the fact that paralysis (at high, complete levels- such as mine) is no different than a terminal illness. I have absolutely no means of self sufficiency. I am FORCED into accepting help for EVERY aspect of normal, daily life: to eat, go to the bathroom, dress, bathe, etc. I have two options: accept help and prolong my life, and therefore my own suffering, or reject help, and suffer a long drawn out, painful death. That is an incredibly harsh, cruel position to be in.
I'm not saying everyone with a spinal cord injury, or paralysis should want to die, or that they should be euthanized. All I'm saying is that each case should be judged based on the individual, and his/her own definition of what is a quality life. There should be an alternative, peaceful way to end someone's suffering. The choice, and decision to exercise that option, should be left to the individual. Not everyone will choose to die.
I for one, would welcome a peaceful option. For me, being completely paralyzed has been hell on earth. I absolutely detest needing help, and having no privacy. My physiology, (having IBS) has complicated my situation, and creates a lot of pain, and discomfort. I'm forced into taking dozens of pills, and into enduring horrible treatments (like bowel program-where a nurse needs to manually stimulate my body into evacuating stool), that create as much discomfort as they alleviate, if not more. There is no cure in sight for me, and very little that doctors can do to get rid of the autonomic dysreflexia, I deal with on a daily basis. My tolerance for sitting is poor, and I'm left practically bed bound. I am literally a prisoner within my own body. Right now, my only means of ending my suffering, is to reject the help that is given to me every day. Rejecting help will ensure my death 100%, because I can not feed myself, or get something to drink, without assistance. I can not go to the bathroom, or clean myself. Without help, my death will be assured, in only a matter of time.
In other words, my only option of ending my suffering (which in and of itself is a certainty, given my body, and my condition) is to slowly starve myself to death, or hope to die from untreated infection. Both "options" will result in my death, but will most likely be very painful, and drawn out, and incredibly hard for my loved ones to witness. For me, the best "help" for me, would be a dignified death. I hate that I am so trapped, and so limited by the law. It pisses me off, that religious "morals" and belief systems are imposed on me, and force me to suffer. My life has come to a point, where living equates to suffering. The scale has tipped, irreversibly, to being a life of overwhelming suffering, versus overall good. I truly wish I had the right to die peacefully, and quickly. I'd take that option in a heartbeat.
The documentary also follows a woman, named Cody, who was dying from cancer in her liver. Throughout the film, it shows her with her family, and each of their perspective's about her choice to exercise her right to die. For a little while, she had a period of feeling good, and had outlived her prognosis. She knew that she had the pills, waiting for her, but she chose life. She explained that she knew she didn't HAVE to ever take the pills, if she didn't want to, but that she drew peace and comfort from knowing, that she could spare herself from eventual suffering. She knew she was going to die, either way, but she didn't want to let her illness bring her to the point where she could no longer care for herself.
Naturally, Cody's family was sad, that she was going to die, but they were also very understanding, and supportive of her decision to hasten her own death. She involved them in her thought process, and clearly outlined what SHE considered to be a quality life, and how far she was WILLING to continue to suffer. Thanks to her having the option to die with dignity, she and her loved ones were able to prepare for death, together. They were able to enjoy her last days together, and say their goodbyes to one another, while she was still relatively able to care for herself, and was able to die with pride, and grace. She was able to spare herself the suffering, of added pain and the humiliation, of needing to be cared for (I can relate to her feelings), and spare her family the cost, and the physical & emotional burdens of having to watch her suffer and have to care for her.
Some people can tolerate more pain than others. Some people don't mind being dependent. Some people aren't bothered by vanities, modesty, or pride. Everyone is different. Every case is unique. For those people, whose death is inevitable, without medical intervention, or for those of people living with incurable, painful conditions, there should be a humane alternative, to forced suffering. Giving people the right to die, is not the same as killing people. The choice should remain with the individual that is faced with the suffering. Suffering shouldn't be imposed, or expected, just because there isn't a cure, or viable treatment. We treat our pets more humanely, than we treat our fellow man. I agree with the right to die with dignity, and wish more people would open their eyes, hearts and minds. I wish more states would free their citizens from the oppression of religious beliefs, over law, and give citizens the right to decide how much/little suffering they are willing to endure, and give doctors the right to uphold their oaths, to help ease suffering; even when life itself is suffering.
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One of the people the documentary follows, is a woman named Nancy. Nancy's husband had passed away, from cancer in his brain and spinal cord. At the time he was diagnosed with the illness (around 2006 I think), they were both Washington state residents. There was not much that doctors could do for him, in terms of treatment, and his prognosis was very grave. The disease progressed rapidly, and he lost his ability to care for himself. He suffered horribly, both physically and mentally, due to his degenerative condition, and his loss of freedom, and independence. He hated needing to be cared or, and wanted a peaceful, dignified death. At the time however, physician assisted suicide was illegal in his home state. He inquired about moving to Oregon, because he knew it was legal there, but his doctors told him he wouldn't be alive long enough to be able to establish residency there, or be able to give himself the lethal dose of medicine. He resigned himself to staying in his state. His wife Nancy described his final days being filled with pain, and suffering. One of his dying wishes, to her, was to work towards making physician assisted death legal in Washington, so that others wouldn't have to suffer the same way.
Nancy worked tirelessly, volunteering to speak, giving interviews, and making phone calls, to share her husband's story with the public, and to help raise awareness, and support, for the "Death With Dignity Act," which eventually passed, and was instituted in Washington, in 2008. During one of the many speaking engagements the documentary chronicles, the interviewer asked Nancy something to the effect of, "Death with dignity, the other side would call it assisted suicide. Is it assisted suicide?" She replied, "No. It's offense to me, to call it a suicide. Suicide is something someone does, who is otherwise physically healthy, and has their life ahead of them, but is clinically depressed and does not want to live." In another segment, she explains to a crowd of people, that although she and her husband were both raised Catholic, he (and obviously she agrees) didn't think it was right for the government, or any religious leader, to dictate how much someone should have to suffer. I agree with her opinions, whole heartedly.
The documentary discusses the Hippocratic oath, that doctors take, to "do no harm," and presents arguments from both sides. The film is clearly "pro" euthanasia rights, however it does offer examples, and give and take dialogue, from both sides of the issue. Some of the opponents to physician assisted death, claim that enacting such laws, is essentially giving the government the power to classify who is "fit" to live, versus those whose care might seem otherwise burdensome, or costly. I think this line of thinking is completely misguided. No one is saying "everyone with such, and such diagnosis, should be euthanized."
Giving citizens a dignified alternative, to assured suffering, has nothing to do with placing judgement on individuals. Everyone should have the right to determine what he/she considers to be a worthwhile life. Not everyone with a terminal diagnosis would choose to cut their life short. Not everyone that is disabled finds being dependent on others as painful, humiliating, or degrading. Everyone has their own unique threshold for suffering, and what he/she might classify as a life worth living. The point is, those people who do have a terminal illness, or incurable chronic illness, should have the right to determine when they've suffered enough. We as society, as loving, compassionate citizens, should recognize that in some cases, there are no medical answers or relief to suffering, but death itself. We should not demonize people for not wanting to suffer, or doctors for wanting to help ease someone's suffering.
If doctors have no methods to ease someone's physical illness, and that person is guaranteed to have a future filled with crippling limitations, lack of independence and/or physical suffering, than in my opinion, it is DOING HARM, not to offer a peaceful alternative. It is not right to say, you must suffer, because we can't help you. If death is a certainty, why prolong the suffering, and poor quality of life?
The documentary shows a man named Randy, dying from prostate cancer. In the film, he talks about his outrage over receiving a denial letter for more chemotherapy. Randy had already had several doses, but the treatments had been ineffective. He was too poor to pay for the treatments out of pocket, and the state of Oregon was refusing to pay for more treatments, because based on his diagnosis they felt that further treatments would only be futile (aka a waste of tax payer money), and were only offering him palliative, or "comfort care." He showed the rejection letter, which outlined the comfort care measures, that he COULD qualify for, given his condition. In the list, was the option of physician assisted death. He was completely irate, accusing Oregon of "putting a price on his life", and felt as though he was being pressured into dying. After going public with his story, the state agreed to pay for more radiation treatments. Despite treatment, he died a month later.
Giving people options, is totally different than imposing something on people. I don't think Oregon was wrong for denying Randy treatment. Some cases are lost causes. I receive all my medical benefits through the government, (Medicare and Medicaid) and believe whole heartedly that the government has the right to approve, or deny treatment, if they have clear evidence that it is unnecessary. As it is, there is a ton of price gauging, abuse of the system, and wasted money.
A perfect example, in my life, is receiving physical therapy. Due to my injury (C4/C5 complete), I was left completely paralyzed, with no hope of recovering any sensation, or functional ability, below my injury level. Directly after my accident, I received three months of inpatient acute, physical and occupational rehabilitation, and then six months of outpatient subacute rehab. For the first year and a half, after my accident I lived in and out of the hospital, and nursing facilities. During my stay in the nursing home, I received PT/OT five days a week (about a half hour of range of motion stretches, and exercises, done with the assistance of a physical therapist). Once I moved out, into my own apartment, the state paid to have a PT/OT therapist come to my home and teach my aides how to do range of motion exercises. I have been living here for over four years, and have only had PT/OT come to my home twice. The government will not approve me for outpatient PT/OT, because they feel, based on my diagnosis, anyone can be trained to do simple range of motion exercise with me. My prognosis, does not include "getting better," or regaining mobility, therefore they are justified in not wanting to pay for services that would be a waste of time and money. It doesn't make me angry. It makes sense.
I WISH I had a peaceful alternative to end this life. I don't think Oregon officials were wrong for denying the man in the film treatment. Clearly, he was terminally ill. Offering him the OPTION of a physician assisted death, was just that; an option. He had every right, not to exercise his right to die. In his opinion, his life was worth fighting for. That's all well and good, but there are cases where treatment is futile. If the tax payers are footing the bill, the government has the right to say whether or not they are going to pay. If you can afford it, and feel extra treatments are worth the cost,and risk, than more power to you. No one should tell you how you spend your own money (taxes & benefits aside). Just as, no one should force suffering upon others.
I HATE the life that my paralysis has forced onto me. I do not think it's right, or humane, to force me to live this way. If I lived in Oregon, or Washington, I would most certainly exercise the right to die with dignity. I'm not sure if I'd qualify, because I can't technically administer the medicine to myself. I'm a little fuzzy on the law, even after watching the film. They clearly point out that such legislation is feasible, because the patient is giving themselves the medicine, versus a doctor giving a lethal injection. However, everyone in the film, clearly had other people prepare the mixture, and help them. All they had to do was physically be able to ingest the concoction, by mouth. I could do that, but am unsure if my situation would be approved.
Most of society, and my loved ones don't like to admit the fact that paralysis (at high, complete levels- such as mine) is no different than a terminal illness. I have absolutely no means of self sufficiency. I am FORCED into accepting help for EVERY aspect of normal, daily life: to eat, go to the bathroom, dress, bathe, etc. I have two options: accept help and prolong my life, and therefore my own suffering, or reject help, and suffer a long drawn out, painful death. That is an incredibly harsh, cruel position to be in.
I'm not saying everyone with a spinal cord injury, or paralysis should want to die, or that they should be euthanized. All I'm saying is that each case should be judged based on the individual, and his/her own definition of what is a quality life. There should be an alternative, peaceful way to end someone's suffering. The choice, and decision to exercise that option, should be left to the individual. Not everyone will choose to die.
I for one, would welcome a peaceful option. For me, being completely paralyzed has been hell on earth. I absolutely detest needing help, and having no privacy. My physiology, (having IBS) has complicated my situation, and creates a lot of pain, and discomfort. I'm forced into taking dozens of pills, and into enduring horrible treatments (like bowel program-where a nurse needs to manually stimulate my body into evacuating stool), that create as much discomfort as they alleviate, if not more. There is no cure in sight for me, and very little that doctors can do to get rid of the autonomic dysreflexia, I deal with on a daily basis. My tolerance for sitting is poor, and I'm left practically bed bound. I am literally a prisoner within my own body. Right now, my only means of ending my suffering, is to reject the help that is given to me every day. Rejecting help will ensure my death 100%, because I can not feed myself, or get something to drink, without assistance. I can not go to the bathroom, or clean myself. Without help, my death will be assured, in only a matter of time.
In other words, my only option of ending my suffering (which in and of itself is a certainty, given my body, and my condition) is to slowly starve myself to death, or hope to die from untreated infection. Both "options" will result in my death, but will most likely be very painful, and drawn out, and incredibly hard for my loved ones to witness. For me, the best "help" for me, would be a dignified death. I hate that I am so trapped, and so limited by the law. It pisses me off, that religious "morals" and belief systems are imposed on me, and force me to suffer. My life has come to a point, where living equates to suffering. The scale has tipped, irreversibly, to being a life of overwhelming suffering, versus overall good. I truly wish I had the right to die peacefully, and quickly. I'd take that option in a heartbeat.
The documentary also follows a woman, named Cody, who was dying from cancer in her liver. Throughout the film, it shows her with her family, and each of their perspective's about her choice to exercise her right to die. For a little while, she had a period of feeling good, and had outlived her prognosis. She knew that she had the pills, waiting for her, but she chose life. She explained that she knew she didn't HAVE to ever take the pills, if she didn't want to, but that she drew peace and comfort from knowing, that she could spare herself from eventual suffering. She knew she was going to die, either way, but she didn't want to let her illness bring her to the point where she could no longer care for herself.
Naturally, Cody's family was sad, that she was going to die, but they were also very understanding, and supportive of her decision to hasten her own death. She involved them in her thought process, and clearly outlined what SHE considered to be a quality life, and how far she was WILLING to continue to suffer. Thanks to her having the option to die with dignity, she and her loved ones were able to prepare for death, together. They were able to enjoy her last days together, and say their goodbyes to one another, while she was still relatively able to care for herself, and was able to die with pride, and grace. She was able to spare herself the suffering, of added pain and the humiliation, of needing to be cared for (I can relate to her feelings), and spare her family the cost, and the physical & emotional burdens of having to watch her suffer and have to care for her.
Some people can tolerate more pain than others. Some people don't mind being dependent. Some people aren't bothered by vanities, modesty, or pride. Everyone is different. Every case is unique. For those people, whose death is inevitable, without medical intervention, or for those of people living with incurable, painful conditions, there should be a humane alternative, to forced suffering. Giving people the right to die, is not the same as killing people. The choice should remain with the individual that is faced with the suffering. Suffering shouldn't be imposed, or expected, just because there isn't a cure, or viable treatment. We treat our pets more humanely, than we treat our fellow man. I agree with the right to die with dignity, and wish more people would open their eyes, hearts and minds. I wish more states would free their citizens from the oppression of religious beliefs, over law, and give citizens the right to decide how much/little suffering they are willing to endure, and give doctors the right to uphold their oaths, to help ease suffering; even when life itself is suffering.
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Monday, May 9, 2011
Meeting With Fr. Doug
Well, I just met with Fr. Doug. He was very nice, and younger than I imagined. Most of the priests I knew growing up, were easily old enough to be my grandfather, or great great grandfather. We talked for about an hour and a half. I explained pretty much everything I've been thinking, and going through; lots and lots of tears. I showed him some of my still life paintings, I had laying around the apartment and gave him my card, to check out my website.
He said he could see a definite reason why God wanted me here, to use my gifts, to help others. I brought up the fact, that I feel I have been generous, and giving, but wonder how long I'm meant to keep living for the sake of others. I said, it's unfair, to hold me to the standard of Jesus, when Jesus had a clear knowledge, of his purpose, about his death, and about his resurrection. He said that's true, but that life isn't always fair. I explained that I don't blame God, for my accident, because I feel it is a product of my own freewill. He agreed, and said, although God doesn't create suffering, he can make good things happen, despite of it.
I understand, that I've been blessed with gifts, despite my severe disabilities. My gifts, of writing, and painting have helped me to cope, and teach others, about paralysis. However, the daily bouts of autonomic dysreflexia, and the grueling treatments, and degrading, embarrassing nature, of being totally dependent, makes living this way, seem so overwhelming, and often overshadows, the few positives in my life. I am thankful, to be able to express my feelings, but sometimes feel like my mind itself, is my own worst enemy. Being so trapped, with nothing but my thoughts, is often a punishment, within itself, because I'm constantly remembering what I had, what I can't have, what I miss, and what I want. The disparity between my old life, and my reality, is constantly weighing down on me, and makes it hard to be satisfied with what I've been left with.
He said I seemed to be much harder on myself, than others, and said I needed to find a way to forgive myself, for the accident. He said I had to start loving myself. I have heard those words many times, but am at a loss, at how to begin to do that. He said we're often much nicer to others, than we are to ourselves, and in my case, that's certainly true. He said God, is also more forgiving than I am, which I'm hoping is true. I know I didn't intend to hurt myself, but it was MY poor judgment, and MY action, that ultimately resulted in my injury. In many ways, I feel like a murder. I feel like the person I was, died that day, and I've been grieving for her, ever since. Paralysis has stolen almost every aspect of my old life; a life a loved.
I have lost my freedom to care for myself, my privacy, my dignity, my hopes, my dreams, my career, and the life I had built for myself. In many, many ways I lost myself. I miss the old Christina. I miss living my old life. I have no to blame, for the life paralysis had given me, but myself. How do you forgive someone that has stolen everything you loved, and held dear? How do you forgive someone that has robbed you of your health, and in turn, sentenced you, to a life a suffering? How do you forgive someone, that has robbed you of your potential, and your dreams, for the future, by placing extreme obstacles, and limitations upon you? I'm not sure if I CAN forgive myself.
Talking with Fr. Doug, did help provide me comfort, in that he said I had the right, to refuse extreme measures, like a tracheotomy, colostomy, or vent. Although, deep down, he's just a man, I felt relieved of the heavy burden, of knowing he (as a Catholic priest) recognized, that some situations are TOO much, and that God would understand, not wanting to preserve "life" to ANY and ALL extent necessary. Ever since those first few weeks, in ICU, my worst fear, has been ever having to be hooked up to a vent, again. I have a hard enough time, dealing with being reliant on people, I don't want to ever be reliant on machines again.
Fr. Doug said he thought a lot of my feelings, and dark thoughts are just depression, and suggested I reevaluate my medications. I said, I'd be open to trying. I already have tried a few. I had been taking Effexor, up until last year, and felt like it was no longer working. I asked my doctor, if I could try something different, and I started Pristiq. I've been taking it for at least six months. In the past six months, I've also added Remeron, and Xanax at night (both have been increased in doses a couple of times), to help with my insomnia. That said, I'm as down as ever, and in a very dark place.
I get a little annoyed, when people just write my feelings off as depressed, because I feel the true root of my sadness, stems directly from my paralysis. I'm not saying I'm not depressed, because I clearly am. I'm just saying that, no matter what medication I take, I will ALWAYS have a certain degree of depression. I pointed out, that anti-depressants, are not going to take away the key problems, that are plaguing me: the daily bouts of AD, my physical limitations, bowel program, or my catheter. I suppose, the right medication COULD make dealing with these things more bearable, but on a whole, I honestly can't envision ever being happy, or satisfied with living the way paralysis forces me to live.
After our long talk, Fr. Doug performed the anointing of sick ritual, and we said the "Our Father" together. I hope God was listening, and can offer me some relief, one way, or the other. In the meantime, I'll take Fr. Doug's advice, and talk to my doctor, about possibly trying to change my medications. At this point, I feel I have nothing to lose. I don't want to seem unreasonable, or unwilling to take suggestions. If I didn't want help, I wouldn't bother asking. I just want some peace, and to feel better, for a change. I do wish God would just cure me, or take me. I hate feeling stuck, in constant limbo.
Our conversation, hasn't really changed my mind, about not wanting antibiotics. I feel like, if God truly does want me alive, God certainly has the power to keep me alive, despite that decision. For now, I'm willing to experiment, and see if new meds, can offer any relief. I will also continue to pray, meditate, read, and search, to try and strengthen my faith. I will continue to be open, and honest with my friends, and family, and try to enjoy each day, the best I can. I'm really trying my best. I don't know what more I can do.
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He said he could see a definite reason why God wanted me here, to use my gifts, to help others. I brought up the fact, that I feel I have been generous, and giving, but wonder how long I'm meant to keep living for the sake of others. I said, it's unfair, to hold me to the standard of Jesus, when Jesus had a clear knowledge, of his purpose, about his death, and about his resurrection. He said that's true, but that life isn't always fair. I explained that I don't blame God, for my accident, because I feel it is a product of my own freewill. He agreed, and said, although God doesn't create suffering, he can make good things happen, despite of it.
I understand, that I've been blessed with gifts, despite my severe disabilities. My gifts, of writing, and painting have helped me to cope, and teach others, about paralysis. However, the daily bouts of autonomic dysreflexia, and the grueling treatments, and degrading, embarrassing nature, of being totally dependent, makes living this way, seem so overwhelming, and often overshadows, the few positives in my life. I am thankful, to be able to express my feelings, but sometimes feel like my mind itself, is my own worst enemy. Being so trapped, with nothing but my thoughts, is often a punishment, within itself, because I'm constantly remembering what I had, what I can't have, what I miss, and what I want. The disparity between my old life, and my reality, is constantly weighing down on me, and makes it hard to be satisfied with what I've been left with.
He said I seemed to be much harder on myself, than others, and said I needed to find a way to forgive myself, for the accident. He said I had to start loving myself. I have heard those words many times, but am at a loss, at how to begin to do that. He said we're often much nicer to others, than we are to ourselves, and in my case, that's certainly true. He said God, is also more forgiving than I am, which I'm hoping is true. I know I didn't intend to hurt myself, but it was MY poor judgment, and MY action, that ultimately resulted in my injury. In many ways, I feel like a murder. I feel like the person I was, died that day, and I've been grieving for her, ever since. Paralysis has stolen almost every aspect of my old life; a life a loved.
I have lost my freedom to care for myself, my privacy, my dignity, my hopes, my dreams, my career, and the life I had built for myself. In many, many ways I lost myself. I miss the old Christina. I miss living my old life. I have no to blame, for the life paralysis had given me, but myself. How do you forgive someone that has stolen everything you loved, and held dear? How do you forgive someone that has robbed you of your health, and in turn, sentenced you, to a life a suffering? How do you forgive someone, that has robbed you of your potential, and your dreams, for the future, by placing extreme obstacles, and limitations upon you? I'm not sure if I CAN forgive myself.
Talking with Fr. Doug, did help provide me comfort, in that he said I had the right, to refuse extreme measures, like a tracheotomy, colostomy, or vent. Although, deep down, he's just a man, I felt relieved of the heavy burden, of knowing he (as a Catholic priest) recognized, that some situations are TOO much, and that God would understand, not wanting to preserve "life" to ANY and ALL extent necessary. Ever since those first few weeks, in ICU, my worst fear, has been ever having to be hooked up to a vent, again. I have a hard enough time, dealing with being reliant on people, I don't want to ever be reliant on machines again.
Fr. Doug said he thought a lot of my feelings, and dark thoughts are just depression, and suggested I reevaluate my medications. I said, I'd be open to trying. I already have tried a few. I had been taking Effexor, up until last year, and felt like it was no longer working. I asked my doctor, if I could try something different, and I started Pristiq. I've been taking it for at least six months. In the past six months, I've also added Remeron, and Xanax at night (both have been increased in doses a couple of times), to help with my insomnia. That said, I'm as down as ever, and in a very dark place.
I get a little annoyed, when people just write my feelings off as depressed, because I feel the true root of my sadness, stems directly from my paralysis. I'm not saying I'm not depressed, because I clearly am. I'm just saying that, no matter what medication I take, I will ALWAYS have a certain degree of depression. I pointed out, that anti-depressants, are not going to take away the key problems, that are plaguing me: the daily bouts of AD, my physical limitations, bowel program, or my catheter. I suppose, the right medication COULD make dealing with these things more bearable, but on a whole, I honestly can't envision ever being happy, or satisfied with living the way paralysis forces me to live.
After our long talk, Fr. Doug performed the anointing of sick ritual, and we said the "Our Father" together. I hope God was listening, and can offer me some relief, one way, or the other. In the meantime, I'll take Fr. Doug's advice, and talk to my doctor, about possibly trying to change my medications. At this point, I feel I have nothing to lose. I don't want to seem unreasonable, or unwilling to take suggestions. If I didn't want help, I wouldn't bother asking. I just want some peace, and to feel better, for a change. I do wish God would just cure me, or take me. I hate feeling stuck, in constant limbo.
Our conversation, hasn't really changed my mind, about not wanting antibiotics. I feel like, if God truly does want me alive, God certainly has the power to keep me alive, despite that decision. For now, I'm willing to experiment, and see if new meds, can offer any relief. I will also continue to pray, meditate, read, and search, to try and strengthen my faith. I will continue to be open, and honest with my friends, and family, and try to enjoy each day, the best I can. I'm really trying my best. I don't know what more I can do.
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Monday, July 26, 2010
Controversy in Dying
I was watching CNN the other day and a story about a controversial billboard caught my attention. The billboard over looks Rt. 22 in Hillside, NJ. I grew up in Hillside and traveled on that stretch of Rt. 22 nearly my whole life. Naturally, it peaked my interest to hear what was going on in my old neighborhood. It turns out that the billboard is currently advertising for a nationwide organization (one of it's chapters is based here in NJ), called the "Final Exit Network." The group is primarily volunteer based organization, which provides information, counseling services and advocates for the right for people to die with dignity. The billboard that they are sponsoring is visually very simple, no pictures, just text on a plain black background, six simple words. The simplicity of the design makes a direct, powerful impact on the reader and it is stirring up a ton of controversy. The sign reads, "My Life, My Death, My Choice" with the group's website (finalexitnetwork.org) printed below.
I've read several articles on the story and in all of interviews I've read, the founder of the NJ chapter, Rob Levine admits that The Final Exit billboard is meant to stir up dialogue about a patient's right to decide his/her care. So far, it's doing a good job. Critics say it promotes death and suicide and some groups want it taken down (the local Catholic community, for example). However, if you take a minute to actually visit the organization's website, it's clear that they are promoting choice and advocate for patient's rights. The group does not assist people with suicide. It is their mission to provide information and counseling to people with chronic, incurable diseases or ailments. While they are somewhat unique in that they are willing to counsel people that are not necessarily terminal, all the patients they help have survived a life changing injury, have a degenerative condition (such as ALS or MS) or painful incurable disease. The group does not advocate suicide. They educate people about their rights as a patient, long term planning (like funeral arrangements) and legal documents like advanced directives and living wills. The group also helps patients to fight for their rights and ensures that the patients wishes are carried out.
Critics can say what they like, but there are several key factors they have failed to consider (or ignore) . Number one, be informed before you state your views. If half the people that the reporters interviewed (by pulling commuters over to the side of the road) actually looked into the organizations position, they'd learn that they aren't assisting in suicides. The billboard isn't directed at your average "Emo" teenager or middle-aged person with relationship, self esteem, financial or run of the mill problems. The message is not telling people to go off themselves, because they are depressed. The billboard is meant to get people thinking about patient rights and inform people of the choices we all have, under the law. Secondly, it is very easy for a young, healthy individual to pass judgement on someone who is ill. If you are healthy, you've never experienced what it's like to have chronic pain, lose the ability to care for yourself, be constantly in and out of hospitals, reliant on machines and/or medication to survive. If you're healthy there's no way you can truly understand the stress, anxiety and desperation that can come along with knowing that there is no cure, that you might never get better, or worst, knowing that your condition will only degenerate over time. Unless a person is in this type of situation, he/she should hold their tongue. Lastly, critics should recall that church and state are separate. While many people's religious faith might influence them into thinking euthanasia or suicide is wrong, they should be mindful that their religious beliefs should only determine how they, themselves choose to live their life. It isn't right to impose personal, religious beliefs onto the law. Contrarily, I think people should be aware of the options they have and be conscious of the fact that life can change in an instance; so you're better off being prepared. It is tremendously helpful having the peace of mind, that God forbid you should get sick, or injured, that the people who hold your life in their hands will make decisions based on what YOU want for your life, as opposed to what THEY feel you should do with your life. At the end of the day, you are the only one that has to live in YOUR shoes. I think it's a good thing, to make people consider their choices.
Euthanasia is illegal here in the United States and often a hotly debated topic. I'm sure most adults are familiar with the name Jack Kevorkian, made famous (perhaps infamous, as "Dr. Death") by his stance and facilitation of assisted suicides, for terminally ill patients. He was convicted and spent time in prison for helping over a dozen people end their lives. It was a highly publicized case, here in the states, and even spawned a movie (which I've seen), called "You Don't Know Jack," which starred Al Pachino, John Goodman & Susan Sarandon. It was his story that first introduced me to the concept of euthanasia (I was a senior in high school when he was convicted in 1998 and had heard media coverage throughout the 1990's) and forced me to seriously think about the topic.
Although it is a touchy subject in the US, it is not so controversial worldwide. Many American and Brithish citizens have turned to other, more liberal socities to ease their suffering. Countries like Switzerland, allow medically assisted suicide and therefore get an influx of "suicide tourism" annually. In fact, there is a recent independent film (still listed as "currently in production" by Point Grey Pictures) called "The Suicide Tourist," which documents two cases of individuals that traveled to Switzerland to end their lives. The film is said to follow an American man during his last days and a Vancouver couple, petitioning to die together as a couple. I'm not sure if the wife won the right to join her husband in this particular case, because she was said to be healthy (which, for the record I oppose). However, I know of similar cases, where couples (both ill) have sought, and succeeded in dying together, through assisted suicide. Both cases from the film took place at Digitas clinic in Zurich, where for a fee of about €7,000 you can be injected with a lethal dose of sodium pentobarbitol and die, quickly and peacefully.
Currently, the Swiss government is working on revising their lax laws, regarding euthanasia. As the law stands, it is perfectly legal to die by or assisting in euthanasia, as long as you don't somehow profit from it. Dignitas, of course, is a business (whether they claim to be non-profit or not) and the founder has made millions from helping people end their lives. A recent scandal involving urns that were found at the bottom of a Lake Zurich have put Dignitas under the watch of the government, which is currently investigating the situation. Other countries have also been putting pressure (England especially) on Switzerland to create stricter guidelines that would call for each case to be evaluated by two doctors, and limiting the criteria for acceptance (most likely only for terminally ill patients- prognosis of death in six months or less). The possible reform would also make it much more difficult for foreigners to receive assistance; something Britain is hoping for.
I first heard of Dignitas a couple of years ago. I came across a post on Care Cure forums (spinal cord injury network and online community) about a young rugby player (only a few years younger than I was at the time) who had ended his life through the help of Dignitas. The man had been paralyzed (high level, complete injury) in an accident and after two years of struggling, he had had enough. Shortly after his death, the British government launched an investigation into his parents involvement in his death and were considering to charge them with murder. The charges were ultimately dropped.
I was surprised at the mixed bag of opinions that I read in the forum thread. I couldn't help but empathize with the man and thought very highly of his parents respecting his wishes, enough to be present at his death. Some people in the forums expressed sympathy, while others were downright irate, calling the man a coward. I guess I shouldn't have been shocked at the difference in opinions, it's just that, I felt if anyone could understand the man's pain and suffering, it would be those of us living with paralysis. I understand not wanting to die as a personal choice and that some people's beliefs deem suicide as "wrong" or "sinful." Technically speaking, I often wonder if "giving up" is the same as committing suicide (or assisted suicide). If you choose not to live on machines, medication, feeding tubes or treatments, is that the same as taking an injection of poison? I don't think so. I don't think everyone has the inner strength or motivation enough to find reason or the will to live with a high-level, irreversible spinal cord injury.
I don't like to judge others, because I feel I don't know what the whole picture is, and I don't have to live their lives. I also don't expect anyone to deal with my paralysis. It's my burden alone and the people in my life choose to be there. However, I could never expect anyone to live like this, because quality of life is an individual determination and I don't think it's fair to hold someone else to my personal standards, or ability to cope. There have been many, many days that I wished I could "opt out," so to speak. I don't think that makes me any better or weaker than anyone else, because no one has to live my life, except me. Only I can know the full extent of pain and emotional trauma I've experienced over all the loss and changes to my life. Only I can determine if it's worth my effort to keep moving forward. Today I choose to keep trying, but there might come a day where I just can't deal with it anymore and I wouldn't want people to judge me. I have to fight just to live. It takes a lot of work, money and services to sustain my life and it's not a life I'm happy with. It takes a tremendous amount of inner strength to find reasons and purpose to want to live this way. I would hope the people in my life would respect the fact that I have struggled to live a very difficult life (dependent on others, medication, bowel regimes, losing my career, freedoms & dreams) to the best of my abilities and that if I chose to "give up," it would mean I truly had no will left. I often wonder what critics would say if they could live my life for a week (and not know if they'd ever be cured). I have a feeling most critics would change their tune in a heartbeat.
I've always held the opinion that the individual should have power over his/her own health and well being; death and suffering included. I feel it's very cold and callous to force or expect someone to endure prolonged suffering, especially when medical science can offer no cure or remedy. As a society who loves animals and give our pets rights, we "put down" animals that are suffering, because it's "the humane thing to do." Why then (other than selfishness) are we so inhumane to chronically ill people? Personally, I respect others in the choices they make regarding their bodies and their health. Since my accident and upheaval of my own life, I've been forced to think about my own choices and what I want for myself. Most twenty something year olds don't think about their own deaths and/or take any initiative in creating a will, advanced directives or funerary plans. Luckily, most twenty something year olds are fortunate enough to never need those types of documents or advanced planning.
Looking back, I wish I had taken measures to create legal documents that stated my wishes, in the event of a catastrophic event. Reality is, anything can happen, despite your age. Young people are normally complacent (or ignorant) about documenting their wishes and estate planning, because they feel they have plenty of time and can wait until they are old and grey to start worrying. The truth of the matter is, that you are always at risk of illness and/or injury and once you are legal adult, it becomes very difficult (legally speaking) for other people to settle your affairs or make decisions for you. In the event you can't communicate your wishes, people you may not want making decisions for you can step in and/or make decisions you wouldn't want. It's much better to be prepared, especially if you're out of the house and on your own, because there are many aspects of your life can that become effected by illness or injury. Expressing your thoughts aloud is not enough. It's worth the time and effort (as little as 20 minutes and less then $100- using templates like Legalzoom.com) to put your wishes in writing.
At the time of my accident I was twenty four years old. I was teaching full-time and living in my own apartment. Immediately after my injury I was rushed to the hospital, on the brink of death. I spent three weeks in intensive care, had three surgeries, multiple live threatening fevers and was on and off a ventilator. My family stepped in to make many decisions for me. It was an extremely stressful time for the whole family and created a lot of tension and bad blood between some people. My privacy was completely destroyed, in every sense of the word. My apartment was shut down immediately; all of my belongings rummaged through. My parents tried to handle all my bills & finances and eventually, I had to give them power of attorney. I had no spouse and since I was an adult my parents were legally bound as to what they could and couldn't access. Everything happened so fast and I was in shock for a very long time. At first, I was in denial about the severity of my injuries. As reality started to sink in, it was all so traumatic that I was not in a frame of mind to be handling any responsibilities, other than just fighting to stay alive. Looking back however, I wish many things had been handled differently, and that I could've played a bigger role.
Since then, I've regained all my power to oversee my own affairs and have put plans into place, so that if I should become very I'll, or die, there will be no guessing, no fighting and less stress for everyone. I have a will and advanced directives. The will outlines what I would like to be done with my material assets. I don't have much, but it is very important to me that the people I choose get what I would like them to have. I felt extremely powerless after my accident. I never want to go through that again, nor do I want tension among my loved ones (recall the Terri Schiavo case 2001-2005) or to put my family through the burden of having to make life altering (or ending) decisions.
I know what it is like to be dependent on machines to breath. I never want to experience that again. I've decided (and documented in my advanced directives) that in the event I can no longer breath on my own that I am not to be placed on machines. That means that I would most likely die, but I'm ok with that. Quality of life is more important to me than quantity of life. I see no reason to prolong my own suffering. I find no quality of life in living off of machines (personally speaking). Everyone's threshold for what they can tolerate and what they consider quality of life is different. That's why it's so important to seriously think about what you want for yourself and to document it. In all honesty, if I had a living will at the time of my injury I would not be alive today. I would not of wanted this life for myself. I still do not want this life for myself, but I am stuck with it, and feel I need to make the best of it. I'm already unhappy, but that doesn't mean I'm trying to die, or giving up. I just refuse to suffer through anything worst than my already bad situation. I don't see the sense in living on machines. Been there. Done that. No thank you.
Now that I have my wishes documented, it's extremely important that they're followed through. I have made it clear to my family and care givers that these documents exist. I have a special card with my identification to alert strangers as well. If hospitals don't know, they're going to try to do everything possible to keep you alive. It's important that they know what you want and that plans are already in place. In my advanced directive I've also spelled out what I'd like done with my remains. I'm donating my organs, would like to be cremated, do not want a viewing or funeral and expressly forbid anyone to keep my ashes. It gives me peace of mind to know my wishes will be carried out. Death is not a pleasant topic and sometimes hard to talk about, but it's an inevitable part of life. Every individual has the right to make certain choices about their care, in both life and death. Otherwise, you leave a very heavy burden on your loved ones, who most likely, would not want the enormous responsibility, if they had a choice. It's important that people know their rights and if exercised, that they are respected. I think more people should have an open dialogue with their loved ones and take the time to make their own decisions.
LINKS to related articles (if case you're interested in learning more about some of the things I mentioned):
Canadian couple-http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/europe/article6021947.ece
British couple-http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1199550/Famous-British-conductor-Sir-Edward-Downes-wife-die-assisted-suicide-clinic-Dignitas-Switzerland.html
Rugby player-http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/majornews/3689907/Parents-of-rugby-player-in-Dignitas-assisted-suicide-will-not-face-charges.html
Billboard-http://wcbstv.com/local/right.to.die.2.1805186.html
BBC Dignitas coverage- http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/10461894
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I've read several articles on the story and in all of interviews I've read, the founder of the NJ chapter, Rob Levine admits that The Final Exit billboard is meant to stir up dialogue about a patient's right to decide his/her care. So far, it's doing a good job. Critics say it promotes death and suicide and some groups want it taken down (the local Catholic community, for example). However, if you take a minute to actually visit the organization's website, it's clear that they are promoting choice and advocate for patient's rights. The group does not assist people with suicide. It is their mission to provide information and counseling to people with chronic, incurable diseases or ailments. While they are somewhat unique in that they are willing to counsel people that are not necessarily terminal, all the patients they help have survived a life changing injury, have a degenerative condition (such as ALS or MS) or painful incurable disease. The group does not advocate suicide. They educate people about their rights as a patient, long term planning (like funeral arrangements) and legal documents like advanced directives and living wills. The group also helps patients to fight for their rights and ensures that the patients wishes are carried out.
Critics can say what they like, but there are several key factors they have failed to consider (or ignore) . Number one, be informed before you state your views. If half the people that the reporters interviewed (by pulling commuters over to the side of the road) actually looked into the organizations position, they'd learn that they aren't assisting in suicides. The billboard isn't directed at your average "Emo" teenager or middle-aged person with relationship, self esteem, financial or run of the mill problems. The message is not telling people to go off themselves, because they are depressed. The billboard is meant to get people thinking about patient rights and inform people of the choices we all have, under the law. Secondly, it is very easy for a young, healthy individual to pass judgement on someone who is ill. If you are healthy, you've never experienced what it's like to have chronic pain, lose the ability to care for yourself, be constantly in and out of hospitals, reliant on machines and/or medication to survive. If you're healthy there's no way you can truly understand the stress, anxiety and desperation that can come along with knowing that there is no cure, that you might never get better, or worst, knowing that your condition will only degenerate over time. Unless a person is in this type of situation, he/she should hold their tongue. Lastly, critics should recall that church and state are separate. While many people's religious faith might influence them into thinking euthanasia or suicide is wrong, they should be mindful that their religious beliefs should only determine how they, themselves choose to live their life. It isn't right to impose personal, religious beliefs onto the law. Contrarily, I think people should be aware of the options they have and be conscious of the fact that life can change in an instance; so you're better off being prepared. It is tremendously helpful having the peace of mind, that God forbid you should get sick, or injured, that the people who hold your life in their hands will make decisions based on what YOU want for your life, as opposed to what THEY feel you should do with your life. At the end of the day, you are the only one that has to live in YOUR shoes. I think it's a good thing, to make people consider their choices.
Euthanasia is illegal here in the United States and often a hotly debated topic. I'm sure most adults are familiar with the name Jack Kevorkian, made famous (perhaps infamous, as "Dr. Death") by his stance and facilitation of assisted suicides, for terminally ill patients. He was convicted and spent time in prison for helping over a dozen people end their lives. It was a highly publicized case, here in the states, and even spawned a movie (which I've seen), called "You Don't Know Jack," which starred Al Pachino, John Goodman & Susan Sarandon. It was his story that first introduced me to the concept of euthanasia (I was a senior in high school when he was convicted in 1998 and had heard media coverage throughout the 1990's) and forced me to seriously think about the topic.
Although it is a touchy subject in the US, it is not so controversial worldwide. Many American and Brithish citizens have turned to other, more liberal socities to ease their suffering. Countries like Switzerland, allow medically assisted suicide and therefore get an influx of "suicide tourism" annually. In fact, there is a recent independent film (still listed as "currently in production" by Point Grey Pictures) called "The Suicide Tourist," which documents two cases of individuals that traveled to Switzerland to end their lives. The film is said to follow an American man during his last days and a Vancouver couple, petitioning to die together as a couple. I'm not sure if the wife won the right to join her husband in this particular case, because she was said to be healthy (which, for the record I oppose). However, I know of similar cases, where couples (both ill) have sought, and succeeded in dying together, through assisted suicide. Both cases from the film took place at Digitas clinic in Zurich, where for a fee of about €7,000 you can be injected with a lethal dose of sodium pentobarbitol and die, quickly and peacefully.
Currently, the Swiss government is working on revising their lax laws, regarding euthanasia. As the law stands, it is perfectly legal to die by or assisting in euthanasia, as long as you don't somehow profit from it. Dignitas, of course, is a business (whether they claim to be non-profit or not) and the founder has made millions from helping people end their lives. A recent scandal involving urns that were found at the bottom of a Lake Zurich have put Dignitas under the watch of the government, which is currently investigating the situation. Other countries have also been putting pressure (England especially) on Switzerland to create stricter guidelines that would call for each case to be evaluated by two doctors, and limiting the criteria for acceptance (most likely only for terminally ill patients- prognosis of death in six months or less). The possible reform would also make it much more difficult for foreigners to receive assistance; something Britain is hoping for.
I first heard of Dignitas a couple of years ago. I came across a post on Care Cure forums (spinal cord injury network and online community) about a young rugby player (only a few years younger than I was at the time) who had ended his life through the help of Dignitas. The man had been paralyzed (high level, complete injury) in an accident and after two years of struggling, he had had enough. Shortly after his death, the British government launched an investigation into his parents involvement in his death and were considering to charge them with murder. The charges were ultimately dropped.
I was surprised at the mixed bag of opinions that I read in the forum thread. I couldn't help but empathize with the man and thought very highly of his parents respecting his wishes, enough to be present at his death. Some people in the forums expressed sympathy, while others were downright irate, calling the man a coward. I guess I shouldn't have been shocked at the difference in opinions, it's just that, I felt if anyone could understand the man's pain and suffering, it would be those of us living with paralysis. I understand not wanting to die as a personal choice and that some people's beliefs deem suicide as "wrong" or "sinful." Technically speaking, I often wonder if "giving up" is the same as committing suicide (or assisted suicide). If you choose not to live on machines, medication, feeding tubes or treatments, is that the same as taking an injection of poison? I don't think so. I don't think everyone has the inner strength or motivation enough to find reason or the will to live with a high-level, irreversible spinal cord injury.
I don't like to judge others, because I feel I don't know what the whole picture is, and I don't have to live their lives. I also don't expect anyone to deal with my paralysis. It's my burden alone and the people in my life choose to be there. However, I could never expect anyone to live like this, because quality of life is an individual determination and I don't think it's fair to hold someone else to my personal standards, or ability to cope. There have been many, many days that I wished I could "opt out," so to speak. I don't think that makes me any better or weaker than anyone else, because no one has to live my life, except me. Only I can know the full extent of pain and emotional trauma I've experienced over all the loss and changes to my life. Only I can determine if it's worth my effort to keep moving forward. Today I choose to keep trying, but there might come a day where I just can't deal with it anymore and I wouldn't want people to judge me. I have to fight just to live. It takes a lot of work, money and services to sustain my life and it's not a life I'm happy with. It takes a tremendous amount of inner strength to find reasons and purpose to want to live this way. I would hope the people in my life would respect the fact that I have struggled to live a very difficult life (dependent on others, medication, bowel regimes, losing my career, freedoms & dreams) to the best of my abilities and that if I chose to "give up," it would mean I truly had no will left. I often wonder what critics would say if they could live my life for a week (and not know if they'd ever be cured). I have a feeling most critics would change their tune in a heartbeat.
I've always held the opinion that the individual should have power over his/her own health and well being; death and suffering included. I feel it's very cold and callous to force or expect someone to endure prolonged suffering, especially when medical science can offer no cure or remedy. As a society who loves animals and give our pets rights, we "put down" animals that are suffering, because it's "the humane thing to do." Why then (other than selfishness) are we so inhumane to chronically ill people? Personally, I respect others in the choices they make regarding their bodies and their health. Since my accident and upheaval of my own life, I've been forced to think about my own choices and what I want for myself. Most twenty something year olds don't think about their own deaths and/or take any initiative in creating a will, advanced directives or funerary plans. Luckily, most twenty something year olds are fortunate enough to never need those types of documents or advanced planning.
Looking back, I wish I had taken measures to create legal documents that stated my wishes, in the event of a catastrophic event. Reality is, anything can happen, despite your age. Young people are normally complacent (or ignorant) about documenting their wishes and estate planning, because they feel they have plenty of time and can wait until they are old and grey to start worrying. The truth of the matter is, that you are always at risk of illness and/or injury and once you are legal adult, it becomes very difficult (legally speaking) for other people to settle your affairs or make decisions for you. In the event you can't communicate your wishes, people you may not want making decisions for you can step in and/or make decisions you wouldn't want. It's much better to be prepared, especially if you're out of the house and on your own, because there are many aspects of your life can that become effected by illness or injury. Expressing your thoughts aloud is not enough. It's worth the time and effort (as little as 20 minutes and less then $100- using templates like Legalzoom.com) to put your wishes in writing.
At the time of my accident I was twenty four years old. I was teaching full-time and living in my own apartment. Immediately after my injury I was rushed to the hospital, on the brink of death. I spent three weeks in intensive care, had three surgeries, multiple live threatening fevers and was on and off a ventilator. My family stepped in to make many decisions for me. It was an extremely stressful time for the whole family and created a lot of tension and bad blood between some people. My privacy was completely destroyed, in every sense of the word. My apartment was shut down immediately; all of my belongings rummaged through. My parents tried to handle all my bills & finances and eventually, I had to give them power of attorney. I had no spouse and since I was an adult my parents were legally bound as to what they could and couldn't access. Everything happened so fast and I was in shock for a very long time. At first, I was in denial about the severity of my injuries. As reality started to sink in, it was all so traumatic that I was not in a frame of mind to be handling any responsibilities, other than just fighting to stay alive. Looking back however, I wish many things had been handled differently, and that I could've played a bigger role.
Since then, I've regained all my power to oversee my own affairs and have put plans into place, so that if I should become very I'll, or die, there will be no guessing, no fighting and less stress for everyone. I have a will and advanced directives. The will outlines what I would like to be done with my material assets. I don't have much, but it is very important to me that the people I choose get what I would like them to have. I felt extremely powerless after my accident. I never want to go through that again, nor do I want tension among my loved ones (recall the Terri Schiavo case 2001-2005) or to put my family through the burden of having to make life altering (or ending) decisions.
I know what it is like to be dependent on machines to breath. I never want to experience that again. I've decided (and documented in my advanced directives) that in the event I can no longer breath on my own that I am not to be placed on machines. That means that I would most likely die, but I'm ok with that. Quality of life is more important to me than quantity of life. I see no reason to prolong my own suffering. I find no quality of life in living off of machines (personally speaking). Everyone's threshold for what they can tolerate and what they consider quality of life is different. That's why it's so important to seriously think about what you want for yourself and to document it. In all honesty, if I had a living will at the time of my injury I would not be alive today. I would not of wanted this life for myself. I still do not want this life for myself, but I am stuck with it, and feel I need to make the best of it. I'm already unhappy, but that doesn't mean I'm trying to die, or giving up. I just refuse to suffer through anything worst than my already bad situation. I don't see the sense in living on machines. Been there. Done that. No thank you.
Now that I have my wishes documented, it's extremely important that they're followed through. I have made it clear to my family and care givers that these documents exist. I have a special card with my identification to alert strangers as well. If hospitals don't know, they're going to try to do everything possible to keep you alive. It's important that they know what you want and that plans are already in place. In my advanced directive I've also spelled out what I'd like done with my remains. I'm donating my organs, would like to be cremated, do not want a viewing or funeral and expressly forbid anyone to keep my ashes. It gives me peace of mind to know my wishes will be carried out. Death is not a pleasant topic and sometimes hard to talk about, but it's an inevitable part of life. Every individual has the right to make certain choices about their care, in both life and death. Otherwise, you leave a very heavy burden on your loved ones, who most likely, would not want the enormous responsibility, if they had a choice. It's important that people know their rights and if exercised, that they are respected. I think more people should have an open dialogue with their loved ones and take the time to make their own decisions.
LINKS to related articles (if case you're interested in learning more about some of the things I mentioned):
Canadian couple-http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/europe/article6021947.ece
British couple-http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1199550/Famous-British-conductor-Sir-Edward-Downes-wife-die-assisted-suicide-clinic-Dignitas-Switzerland.html
Rugby player-http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/majornews/3689907/Parents-of-rugby-player-in-Dignitas-assisted-suicide-will-not-face-charges.html
Billboard-http://wcbstv.com/local/right.to.die.2.1805186.html
BBC Dignitas coverage- http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/10461894
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Faith, or lack there of...
Although I grew up in a Catholic household and attended Catholic school for ten years, I never really bought into the belief system. I guess you could say that I've been an analytical person my whole life, and tend to question things that don't seem logical to me. It's very hard for me to trust in anything that isn't supported with evidence or cold hard facts. I guess most people just follow through believing and/or practicing what ever religion their parents are, or the religious beliefs of their country. On a whole, the adults in my life are not overly religious, so that might have influenced me to doubt or question my religion lessons in school, and later in life. Even as a small child, I had a difficult time believing in the stories of the Bible and magical characters like the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy. Other than telling my Kindergarten class that Santa Claus didn't exist, I tried to play along and not to ruin it for my friends and siblings.
I tend to enjoy playing devil's advocate and like to question or pick apart subjects and have mini debate sessions with my friends. It can be a bad habit at times, because it makes it near impossible for me to enjoy movies, television or books at face value, without over analyzing every detail. It impacts my social life at times, in the sense that I often read into situations more than necessary and end up creating undue stress or anxiety for myself. Generally speaking, I'd say the ability to analyze facts and assess social situations are both good qualities. My problem is that in the past, I tended to only apply my analytical skills to my studies, career and planning, while acting spontaneously and carefree in other aspects of my life. Sometimes, when I look back on my life I wish I could've been more consistent and took the time to think through all the choices I made. I always joke that I'm book smart and life dumb. Although my accident has given me a new perspective on life and opened my eyes to so many things; the one thing that has always remained the same is my lack of faith in a higher power.
Logically, I have an extremely hard time believing in any concept of God. I rely heavily on science and enjoy learning about how things work and why things do the things they do. I love learning the history of things and understanding how and why things are the way they are. In general, I like having answers and proof to back them up. I would imagine most people feel the same way. It is comforting when someone is able to offer you a reason or a solution to your questions. On the contrary, it's frustrating and stressful when no one can give you a straight answer or fix a problem you might have. My spinal cord injury is a perfect example of a puzzle without a solution. Not knowing how to fix my spine is infuriating. The fact that so much time and energy is spent on finding answers to other questions, when we (humanity) still haven't solved the problems of our own bodies seems absurd to me, but that is a whole other topic. What baffles me, is how people can have faith in something they have no proof of, or logical reasons for why or how it exists. In fact, I'd argue there is equal evidence, if not more, that should discourage people from having faith, yet people continue to believe. I'm fascinated by faith and often envy those that have it. I want to know what motivates people to have such one sided relationships and what influences them to believe.
Prior to my accident, I'd probably consider myself an Atheist. A lot of people confuse atheists with Devil worshipers, although they are very different. At the time of my accident I was at an all time low in terms of having faith in any deity, either good or bad. My childhood was filled with obstacles that ultimately turned me further and further away from believing in God. My parent's divorce and the death of my little sister (among other things) were enough to disprove the existence of a loving God. As I got older and learned more about the origins of religions (the reasoning and cultural history behind belief systems), I became less mystified and more aware of man's role in the creation of rituals and rules. Even now, it turns me off when I think about the corruption and bloodshed that has occurred and still occurs in the name of God.
The night of my accident I believed I was going to die and it terrified me. When I was face down in the water, unable to move and could barely see because of the darkness, I accepted the fact that my life was about to end. That night was the first of several nights in which I almost died (due to high fevers). It was during those first few weeks that I first felt the terror of not knowing what would happen if I died. Before my accident I would have said, "You die and that's it. Heaven and Hell are just fairy tales men made up to teach morality." Words are easy to say when you have no experience to back them up. Once I actually experienced coming so close to death, it's as if a switch turned on inside. The tiny flicker of doubt of "what if" has pushed me to find answers. When I do die, I don't want to find out I was wrong. Some might call it "guilt" or "fear," but regardless of my motives, I have felt the need to work on, or develop some sort of faith in God.
Now, I guess I'd be classified Agnostic. I've come to believe in some sort of higher being, but I'm not sold on any one religion, or name for God. Here again, logic steps in and makes me think that if there is a God, it created all of us and so why should it care what name we call it by? My religious friends all have arguments as to why it has to be their God, but so far I'm just convinced I have to be a good person and love my fellow man. When I describe a person as "religious," I mean someone who believes in a specific God/Gods and lives their life according to the specific rules of said God/Gods. I don't think someone has to necessarily be church going or radical to be religious.
On one hand, I envy my religious friends, because their religion gives them peace of mind and security in knowing that there is a certain purpose or plan for their life. On the other hand, I feel suffocated by the thought of having to buy into one group's set of beliefs. I don't like the thought of only a select group of people (worshipers) reaping the benefits of God, while the rest of humanity is doomed. I don't know that I'll ever be able to understand that mind set. Why should children, ignorant people or people that lived before a specific religion existed be punished for a choice they were never given? I'm trying to keep an open mind, but I can't even begin to trust in a God that would punish 99.9% of the beings it created. Why would God create us only to pit us up against one another? Who is to say which group is right? Even religions that are similar can't get along. I mean Jews, Christians and Muslims all worship the same God of the Old Testament and yet, still have been willing to kill one another over technicalities. The thinking of most modern organized religions keeps me from getting involved because it often tends to be black or white, with little room for thought or questions. Why did God bother to give me a brain if I'm only meant to follow blindly like a robot? Why give freewill if everything is already planned? So many people tell me that my accident is part of "God's plan." Doesn't that imply that I was forced to break my neck; that I never had a choice?These are the types of questions that make it hard for me to have faith.
I'm taking the time to read/learn about all different religions in my search for answers, as well as my desire to understand why people think the way they do. I'm interested in knowing what motivates people to believe. I'm especially interested in knowing how/why people that have faced horribletragedy or overcome tremendous obstacles have faith and if/how it impacts their ability to cope. I think having a stronger faith would give me more mental strength to keep moving forward. I'm met with the paradox of wanting to build faith, but not having much faith as a foundation to build from. I find it funny that I ask God to help strengthen my faith. It's as if I'm asking God to help me believe in him/her, just in case he/she actually exists. How does faith get stronger when you never receive any answers or proof to justify your questions? It's a riddle I find very difficult to deal with.
Of all the religious people in my life, I'm curious to know what factors influenced them in deciding which religion to believe: What factors make them believe in it?; How or why they think their religion is right and if they believe other religions are wrong?; What benefits do they feel they get from having faith?; Do they feel their questions are ever answered, if so how?; What proof, if any, do they feel they've seen that has validated their belief system?; What do they think about death/dying?
I tend to enjoy playing devil's advocate and like to question or pick apart subjects and have mini debate sessions with my friends. It can be a bad habit at times, because it makes it near impossible for me to enjoy movies, television or books at face value, without over analyzing every detail. It impacts my social life at times, in the sense that I often read into situations more than necessary and end up creating undue stress or anxiety for myself. Generally speaking, I'd say the ability to analyze facts and assess social situations are both good qualities. My problem is that in the past, I tended to only apply my analytical skills to my studies, career and planning, while acting spontaneously and carefree in other aspects of my life. Sometimes, when I look back on my life I wish I could've been more consistent and took the time to think through all the choices I made. I always joke that I'm book smart and life dumb. Although my accident has given me a new perspective on life and opened my eyes to so many things; the one thing that has always remained the same is my lack of faith in a higher power.
Logically, I have an extremely hard time believing in any concept of God. I rely heavily on science and enjoy learning about how things work and why things do the things they do. I love learning the history of things and understanding how and why things are the way they are. In general, I like having answers and proof to back them up. I would imagine most people feel the same way. It is comforting when someone is able to offer you a reason or a solution to your questions. On the contrary, it's frustrating and stressful when no one can give you a straight answer or fix a problem you might have. My spinal cord injury is a perfect example of a puzzle without a solution. Not knowing how to fix my spine is infuriating. The fact that so much time and energy is spent on finding answers to other questions, when we (humanity) still haven't solved the problems of our own bodies seems absurd to me, but that is a whole other topic. What baffles me, is how people can have faith in something they have no proof of, or logical reasons for why or how it exists. In fact, I'd argue there is equal evidence, if not more, that should discourage people from having faith, yet people continue to believe. I'm fascinated by faith and often envy those that have it. I want to know what motivates people to have such one sided relationships and what influences them to believe.
Prior to my accident, I'd probably consider myself an Atheist. A lot of people confuse atheists with Devil worshipers, although they are very different. At the time of my accident I was at an all time low in terms of having faith in any deity, either good or bad. My childhood was filled with obstacles that ultimately turned me further and further away from believing in God. My parent's divorce and the death of my little sister (among other things) were enough to disprove the existence of a loving God. As I got older and learned more about the origins of religions (the reasoning and cultural history behind belief systems), I became less mystified and more aware of man's role in the creation of rituals and rules. Even now, it turns me off when I think about the corruption and bloodshed that has occurred and still occurs in the name of God.
The night of my accident I believed I was going to die and it terrified me. When I was face down in the water, unable to move and could barely see because of the darkness, I accepted the fact that my life was about to end. That night was the first of several nights in which I almost died (due to high fevers). It was during those first few weeks that I first felt the terror of not knowing what would happen if I died. Before my accident I would have said, "You die and that's it. Heaven and Hell are just fairy tales men made up to teach morality." Words are easy to say when you have no experience to back them up. Once I actually experienced coming so close to death, it's as if a switch turned on inside. The tiny flicker of doubt of "what if" has pushed me to find answers. When I do die, I don't want to find out I was wrong. Some might call it "guilt" or "fear," but regardless of my motives, I have felt the need to work on, or develop some sort of faith in God.
Now, I guess I'd be classified Agnostic. I've come to believe in some sort of higher being, but I'm not sold on any one religion, or name for God. Here again, logic steps in and makes me think that if there is a God, it created all of us and so why should it care what name we call it by? My religious friends all have arguments as to why it has to be their God, but so far I'm just convinced I have to be a good person and love my fellow man. When I describe a person as "religious," I mean someone who believes in a specific God/Gods and lives their life according to the specific rules of said God/Gods. I don't think someone has to necessarily be church going or radical to be religious.
On one hand, I envy my religious friends, because their religion gives them peace of mind and security in knowing that there is a certain purpose or plan for their life. On the other hand, I feel suffocated by the thought of having to buy into one group's set of beliefs. I don't like the thought of only a select group of people (worshipers) reaping the benefits of God, while the rest of humanity is doomed. I don't know that I'll ever be able to understand that mind set. Why should children, ignorant people or people that lived before a specific religion existed be punished for a choice they were never given? I'm trying to keep an open mind, but I can't even begin to trust in a God that would punish 99.9% of the beings it created. Why would God create us only to pit us up against one another? Who is to say which group is right? Even religions that are similar can't get along. I mean Jews, Christians and Muslims all worship the same God of the Old Testament and yet, still have been willing to kill one another over technicalities. The thinking of most modern organized religions keeps me from getting involved because it often tends to be black or white, with little room for thought or questions. Why did God bother to give me a brain if I'm only meant to follow blindly like a robot? Why give freewill if everything is already planned? So many people tell me that my accident is part of "God's plan." Doesn't that imply that I was forced to break my neck; that I never had a choice?These are the types of questions that make it hard for me to have faith.
I'm taking the time to read/learn about all different religions in my search for answers, as well as my desire to understand why people think the way they do. I'm interested in knowing what motivates people to believe. I'm especially interested in knowing how/why people that have faced horribletragedy or overcome tremendous obstacles have faith and if/how it impacts their ability to cope. I think having a stronger faith would give me more mental strength to keep moving forward. I'm met with the paradox of wanting to build faith, but not having much faith as a foundation to build from. I find it funny that I ask God to help strengthen my faith. It's as if I'm asking God to help me believe in him/her, just in case he/she actually exists. How does faith get stronger when you never receive any answers or proof to justify your questions? It's a riddle I find very difficult to deal with.
Of all the religious people in my life, I'm curious to know what factors influenced them in deciding which religion to believe: What factors make them believe in it?; How or why they think their religion is right and if they believe other religions are wrong?; What benefits do they feel they get from having faith?; Do they feel their questions are ever answered, if so how?; What proof, if any, do they feel they've seen that has validated their belief system?; What do they think about death/dying?
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