Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Pink: a testimony to faith

My favorite color is pink. Over the years, I've gotten used to people teasing or commenting on what they might consider a pink obsession. But did you know that pink is not "real." Apparently,  it does not exist. They say that all colors are just waves of light, so every color we "see" we see with our brains.   


We have invented the color pink. It doesn't really exist we have manifested it in our hearts and heads yet we physically see it, and in my life I see it everyday.  Pink is the evidence of our supernatural perception. Pink is not found in nature but in the cosmos of our minds. Pink is what we "see" to make sense of what we can't. Yet, do you know anyone who would deny it when they see it? Pink is palpable faith.  When you can't see what's there but you know something is. That's what pink is to us. We fill the void with pink. Is it any wonder it's my favorite color? 

“I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.”- Audrey Hepburn 





Thanksgiving: More Than a Holiday.

Presently,  I have a cornucopia of treasures and gifts to be thankful for. To start I have an amazing family. I have a doting husband for whom I can't begin to express my thanks for. I have a daughter who each and every day, despite her teenage angst, makes me beam with pride. I got into the nursing program and have made new friends I hope to have for a lifetime. Everything seems to be coming up roses.

In the Past, I like most might sit back and just bathe in the bliss that is my life. However,  I can't help but think about those who don't have it as well. While I'm grateful and pleased with my own life a part of me feels sadness for those who don't have the same things in life. During the course of my clinical work I have witnessed many things that have touched my heart. I think about how some people will never know what its like to have a family, a life, a career or a even normalcy.

Recently, a 18 yr old boy died from meningitis at my school. I feel sorrow for his family who will be spending thanksgiving grieving their loss or attending a funeral. I thought about him. What were his goals? What was his dream for himself and his future? Was he ambitious? His dreams snuffed out in an instant. It makes me sad. I imagine it will be difficult to find "thanks' in that.

Yesterday, there was news about a 6yr old girl found murdered. The news reported that prior to that they had investigated the family for tying her to a dresser at night. When I heard of her death I couldn't help but cry. I can't imagine a life like that. What was her dream ? To be a ballerina? A movie star? Did she have normal hopes and dreams of a 6 yr old, or was her dream to be saved from the nightmare she lived in? Furthermore, what has the world lost with the loss of the six year old? What could she have become? An advocate for children ? The first female president? Or maybe just a wonderful mother?

Tomorrow,  I will sit and fill my belly with good food and give thanks for all those things which I have, but I will be thinking about all those "gifts" we've lost as well. Each life is a gift. Each day we have on this planet is not only a gift but an opportunity. I want to give thanks, but I feel the need to question why? Why do I have so much while others suffer? The only answer I can find is that; I have so that I may give.

In the future, giving thanks should not just be about counting blessings. In counting our blessings we should be enabled to share them with the world and multiply them. That is how I hope to give thanks in the coming year. I hope to some how make someone's life a little better. I hope to be a blessing found in the cornucopia of Thanksgiving next year. Imagine what the world could be like if giving thanks was more than a sentiment in November, but a verb we practice and live everyday.



Monday, August 20, 2012

My Life with Death

When do most people become cognitively aware of life and death? Death is not something we are born knowing. Mortality is an acquired sense.  I don't know when most people become conscious of it, but I was very young. When I was around 6  I first met death in a vegetable garden outside my grandpa Smiths house. Death introduced himself to me as tiny white bunny nibbling away on lettuce met with a bullet from my fathers gun. It was then I first encountered death. As that bunny's fluffy white fur turned to crimson and lay lifeless on the ground a heavy axiom seized my mind and heart. After that moment death must have taken a liking to me because he has been ever present in my life since. Like a stalker he has followed me through the ages. 

At first, he haunted me late at night as I would try and go to sleep. The notion that those I love, mostly my grandparents, would die bullied me until I fell asleep crying at times. Then in the 5th grade he made good on his threats and abducted my grandpa before my very eyes on Christmas morning. Before I was ushered to another room to pray he wouldn't leave me I watched my favorite person in the world succumb to death as his heart failed and he vomited on our front room floor while paramedics beat on his chest. While most kids were delighting in their christmas presents I was bargaining with death to bring my grandpa back. 

Death has harassed me my entire life it would seem. Not long after that he came for my grandma. He had an uncanny ability to recognize who meant the most to me in life at any given moment seemed to take perverse pleasure in stealing them from me. Just as I was growing close to my grandma she died. What seemed like a small infliction turned fatal and she expired during the middle of the night at the hospital. I felt particularly provoked by death with her. I had been taking care of her, nursing her leg, until the night she went to the hospital and exhausted from the emotions of leaving her there I fought with my mother over something as trivial as dishes. She had to threaten me with not getting to go see grandma the next day if I didn't do dishes. Odd the way we interpret things when we are only 12. For the longest time I felt some responsibility for her demise. Convincing myself if I had just done those dishes like a good girl without complaint somehow she would be alive. 

For a little while after that death found me hard to antagonize. If I didn't allow myself to care for anyone so deeply there would be no one for death to batter me with. So for the next 3 yrs I built a wall around myself in an effort to protect both myself and others. I think I may have even forgot about him for awhile. Until I was 15 and he decided to refresh my memory. I was a candy striper at the hospital passing out meal cards to patients when I walked into a room to find a man grey in the face and not breathing.  I rushed out of the room and yelled for help. As I watched the nursing staff react and charge into the room all I could think of a his cold grey face and unmoving eyes. He died. I was unable to finish the last two weeks of my assignment, something I have always regretted. Allowing death to win and keep me from completing something I was very much enjoying. 

After high school I became a CNA having realized how much I love working in the hospital and determined to not let death defeat me. At first, I had to do my time in nursing homes before I could work my way into the hospital program and the med/surg floor. It was in the nursing home that death was able to move beyond intangible tormentor. I was forced to touch it.  Working in the nursing home and performing post-mortem on what seemed like a routine basis began to anesthetize me to him. I thought I had finally conquered my fear. Sometimes they say facing your fears is the very thing required to get over them.

Until I lost my first husband I thought I had overcome deaths crippling effect on me. Maybe I had become too confident about my lack of fear, but death proved once again that behind my convincing exterior hid that same terrified 6 yr old girl. Gawking at the face of death on a white rabbit in terror. Only this time death was determined to violate me in a way that I would never forget to be certain that I would never again consider him the weaker of us. He dragged my husbands death out until his body wasted away before my very eyes. He ate him bit by bit as I looked on unable to do anything but watch in horror. I realized then that death is never to be provoked or baited by ego. 

 Death still scares the shit out of me. After years of entanglement with him I've come to understand it is a part of life.  So when do we realize mortality? When do we as humans learn of death? I was six when I met him, but it took much longer to meet his even more terrifying acquaintance; Life. 

I realized at 29, Life is equally scary. Life, like death, is unapologetic for it's harsh realities. It makes no excuses or offers any false platitudes for it's cruel nature. It can be fair and just one minute and abusive and bias the next. Life makes no guarantees and can be more painful than death. Life even at the end can become so unbearable that death is welcomed. Most of my life has been spent in the company of death. As a result I have become somewhat more comfortable with him than Life. Yes, death still scares me, but what really terrifies me now is failing Life. Its taken me over 30 years to begin to achieve goals I had long ago set. What could likely be half my life already gone. When I evaluate my performance thus far it appears disorganized and unrealized. Frightening. 

My life could be considered almost half over and I feel like I've wasted some of it being unproductive. Underachieving living in mediocrity. While others are well established by now I'm just beginning to build a future. A future I hope is longer and happier than my past. Uncertain of myself at times I live in the moment afraid to think too far ahead because I might fail to realize it. I'm not even sure where this is going. I just know I woke up at 630 with the words "my life with death" in my head and several of these thoughts racing around demanding to be written out. 

 I am choosing to work in a profession where Life and Death constantly collide. Is it because I'm some sick fool looking for answers? I don't know. Maybe it's just that witnessing others struggles with these two villains gives me a better understanding of my own and I don't feel so alone. That somehow giving of myself to others will leave less of me for Life and Death to badger. Or maybe I'll learn how to embrace them both someway and achieve peace. I'm hoping for the later even if it's the by-product of the former.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Legit Love

The dictionary defines Love as "a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another PERSON". I'm having a hard time finding where in this definition lie the restrictions people want to place on Love.


YOU see gender. I see LOVE. 


 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' There is no commandment greater than these."
-Mark 12:31 
Whether you hold certain opinions or not about "traditional marriage" matters not. It's irrelevant. You are absolutely "entitle" to your opinion. However, since when did your opinion dictate how the rest of society lives? I realize I will never convince some to be compassionate and kind and loving to ALL people. To those I ask, how does two men or women getting married diminish your marriage? Is your marriage so shallow so weak it existence is based solely on sex? Is your marriage nothing more than a public statement of what "traditional marriage" is? I can tell you my marriage is greater than this. Two men or women getting married has nothing to do with my marriage. My marriage exists beyond genitalia. There is far more to my husband and my undying affection for him than the fact he has a penis. You are not asked to condone gay marriage. No one cares if you think it's "dirty" or "sinful". However, Its also a GREAT sin against marriage to be an adulterer should we also make that illegal?  I wonder how many churches would be emptied if we it were? We have to be be careful when we seek to create theocracies, because you may find yourself a victim of it. Jesus is forgiving the law is not.  

Luke 16:18 Jesus says: 
Every one who divorces his wife and marries another commits adultery, and he who marries a woman divorced from her husband commits adultery. 

You shall not commit adultery. (NIV, Exodus 20:14)
But a man who commits adultery lacks judgment; whoever does so destroys himself. (NIV, Proverbs 6:32)

"It is estimated that roughly 30 to 60% of all married individuals (in the United States) will engage in infidelity at some point during their marriage (see, Buss and Shackelford for review of this research).  And these numbers are probably on the conservative side, when you consider that close to half of all marriages end in divorce"


The sanctity of marriage needs protecting, but not from gays. 






http://www.truthaboutdeception.com/cheating-and-infidelity/stats-about-infidelity.html

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Compassionately Candid

I know I am far from perfect. Of course I have my moments when I slip and become or behave a way I would prefer not to; but, sadly, as much as I'd like to disown that behavior it's ME too.

 Over the past two weeks I've been in clinical. I am just getting a taste of what nurses do. So far I am in love. I have reaffirmed this is what I want to and and I actually like charting. What did I observe? Sure I saw and learned many things pertaining to nursing, but more specifically I observed the human condition. I watched and felt the bitter rejection of some nurses who apparently where not welcoming to us as students. I watched CNAs who have been in the field for so long they have become indifferent to their jobs. I witnessed a broken system. A system that has been cultivated by the "market" and "profit". At first glance at this system one might be outraged (and rightly so) but who do you get angry with ? Do you get angry with the aids? the nurses? the children who place their parents in these establishments? the system which creates an environment that leads to these conditions? 

It is hard to truly get mad at anyone. We come in new thinking we understand everything and seeing immediately all the wrong ways that things are being done. We fail to learn that seeing the "real world" is also part of the learning process. I'm not advocating anyone engaging in bad practices I'm simply saying that if all you're doing is criticizing you might be missing a bigger lesson. 

I've worked in both hospital and nursing home. I've seen the right way and the bad way. I have been guilty of poor body mechanics and having come home with aching back. I have NEVER abused anyone or neglected anyone though. The last two weeks have been different I have been able to just observe moments that before I'd be too busy "doing" to really take in. What I realized is, that even though these people and systems have their faults they provide a necessary service to our communities. And that nurse who is angry she still shows up everyday and better that she is nasty to me than her residents. That Aid who is indifferent I caught her hugging a resident. A resident who smiled afterward. That family member who put them there. I saw them come in before breakfast and sit all day in uncomfortable chairs to be near their loved ones. I witnessed the human condition. Flawed, damaged even broken in places, but enduring to carry on the best they can and that includes some moments of imperfection. 

When we see imperfections fix it were where we can, but don't judge too harshly. Will judging them make the problem any better? After all, I know I'm guilty of imperfection. Are you? 

“Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. [...]. But I am much more preoccupied with loving.” 
― Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin



Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Horizons

 Sunday the rover will land on Mars. I, like many other citizens of this planet, will be tuning in to see what happens when it does. Over the last few decades our horizon has gone from just over that hill to the edge of the universe. We have achieved so much, yet accomplished so little (people are still uninsured, under fed and hated for the most absurd reasons). We have ambitiously propelled ourselves into the galaxy, yet we still are unable to step outside our own egos.
     As I peer into our television screen and glimpse into a far away planet I will be thinking about my own horizons. What I thought possible in my life before, what is now possible, and what could still yet be possible. However, most of all I will be reminded how paramount it is that I continue to strive to travel outside my own self and explore alternative view points.

Friday, July 13, 2012

First Semester of Nursing School

It's been awhile. I haven't posted in some time. I've been very busy. This spring I finished up my pre-reqs for nursing. I walked out of my classes with no idea of what my summer would look like. I had to wait almost 4 weeks to get a phone call. Then it came. On Friday May 18 at 3pm I got a phone call. I was informed I had made it into the Track 2 fast track nursing program at NWACC. I was dumbfounded and speechless. I know imagine ME speechless??? Ms Halloway after the moment silence said "are you ok?" I mustarded up enough air from my lungs to say "I will be" and as I exhaled those words with them flowed tears of joy. She went over some instructions that I quickly jotted down. Thank God my hand was working because my brain hadn't gotten past "you've been accepted into the program" I thanked Ms Halloway and then we both hung up. I sat down for a minute and continued to cry. I had worked so hard to get to here. This was the climatic moment I had been waiting for all these months. I wanted to revel in it for awhile. I had a score of 49.8 out of 53 points possible for the program. While all my friends were telling me I was for sure getting in a part of me was unable to either be that confident or even hopeful. I had hoped for the best but prepared myself for the worst. The realization I had actually made it in continued to rush over me like a wave from the ocean crashes against the beach and slowly works its way back out again. I'd be fine and then I'd hear those words in my head again and start to cry. Moments later I had begun to move on and then it would hit me again. With each instance of cognitive clarity I felt joy, relief and pride. I thought of how far I had come and all those around me who gave me the support to make it this far. I was overcome with gratitude to God, to my family, I probably would have thank my dog even, I was just so happy.

My excessive jubilation had been well warranted. To think at 35 I am FINALLY being given the opportunity to fulfill my career aspirations. I still get teary eyed thinking about it.  Fresh out of school I tried to become a nurse. I always knew I wanted to be in nursing. A candy striper at 15 and a CNA at 18. I enrolled and started classes at NWACC in 1997. Sadly it wasn't too long before I was told to pack my bags and go because my "guaranteed" loan didn't come through. Being young and living with your parents is a real disadvantage to getting assistance with school. And well, my parents were the types that didn't believe a college education was necessary and while Uncle Sam said they had an "expected family contribution" my father adamantly disagreed. I was out and that was that. I moved on with my life and put my dreams of becoming a nurse away. I got married had a kid I was content to live a mediocre life doing clerical work and figured the closest I could get to a fulfilling employment would be to work in doctor offices. So that's what I did for many years. I've worked in surgery centers. I've worked for the world renowned Dr Fine. One of the best cataract surgeons in the world. Even still my passion for medicine could not be suppressed. I found myself begging to watch in OR at every opportunity. Dr Fine and his staff of 4 other eye surgeons and one plastic surgeon were so great to let me see several cases. I've seen cataract, lasik, rhinoplasty, blephoplasty, and more. I worked in various other clinics and even did medical billing for an insurance company for awhile.

Little did I know that all this work was preparing me for my eventual destination. By Sept 2013 I should ( God willing) be a nurse. The program is hard and I know much will be asked; no demanded; of me. I am willing to do what ever is necessary for me to succeed in this program. Long hours of studying, memorizing and listening to lecture after lecture. It is not easy. Matter of fact it will likely get harder before it's over. I'm not assured of my completion based on any over confidence of my intellectual aptitude. No, I'm assured of my success because of my determination and desire to FINALLY realize this dream.

I remind myself often I'm living the dream, because being in nursing school leaves little time to sleep and have actual dreams.    

William Faulkner said, "The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it".

I am comforted by the knowledge that the loss of my nighttime dreams are a result of my finding them in the waking hours.

Monday, March 26, 2012

PAS= Perfectly Acceptable Substitute


Physician-Assisted Suicide:
Perfectly Acceptable Substitute
Helen had cancer. Breast cancer that had metastasized to her lungs and she was considered terminally ill. She was in her eighties and ready to die. Helen is the first case in Oregon of legal physician-assisted suicide. Helen had to request 3 doctors before she found one that would administer the procedure. “She then took a mixture of barbiturates (nine grams) and syrup followed by a glass of brandy. She is said to have died within thirty minutes”  (quoted in…Hedin and Foley 1616).  Helen was afforded the choice most other Americans do not have:  a choice to die, peacefully, in a comfortable setting, surrounded by their loved ones. There are many people just like Helen, who are terminally ill but not allowed this option.  Helen was able to pass on her own terms. Helen did not choose to die; Helen simply chose when to die.  Physician-assisted suicide is not choosing to die, but when to die and should be legalized in the United States.
            Death is something that no man can avoid.  Socrates once said:
Wherefore, O judges, be of good cheer about death, and know of a certainty, that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death. He and his are not neglected by the gods; nor has my own approaching end happened by mere chance. But I see clearly that the time had arrived when it was better for me to die and be released from trouble [. . .].
 The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, I to die, and you to live. Which of these two is better only God knows. (qtd in Hooker)
Dying can be a release of troubles.  Likewise, terminally ill patients seeking physician-assisted suicide only want to end their life when they choose to release themselves and their loved ones from further “troubles” (qtd in Hooker).  Many states have the death penalty and put a criminal to “justice” by euthanasia, yet they will not allow someone who is in pain and suffering to end their life.  We as a society view death as a punishment, but when should it be viewed as just an end to living? Often terminally ill patients spend months in hospice in pain and cause their loved ones to endure emotional pain and costly expenses. Many times, these patients lose all of their cognitive and physical abilities while waiting to die.  To many of these people, death is not a punishment but a welcome ending to their suffering.
Death does come; it comes for us all.  You cannot choose to not die, but you should be able to choose when. When is the appropriate time to choose to die? Oregon state law provides the option for physician-assisted suicide to those who are terminally ill with less than six months to live and who are competent enough to make the decision (Gill 53). Physician-assisted suicide is not for the depressed or disabled as is claimed by some opponents of the law (Radtke 58-60).   When a person has been diagnosed with a terminal illness and informed they have less than six months to live they should be given all options of life care.  People should be counseled about their disease, it’s progression and what to expect in the time to come. Hospice, along with all other options for care/treatment should be explained fully.  Patients should then be screened for competency, and if they pass, they should be able to make an informed decision for themselves.  
            Death is inevitable.  There is no argument over whether or not terminally ill people die.  However, one of the arguments made against physician-assisted suicide claims, “we will lose a lot of people who can make a difference. We cannot even dream of what those losses might be right now; we would never know” (Radtke 59).  This type of statement is just emotionally based bad logic. According to statistics three years after legalizing physician-assisted suicide in the state of Oregon only fifteen people choose this option (Miller 264).  This number averages out to five people per year, hardly an excessive amount when you compare it to the number of terminally ill. This data proves that most people will not choose physician-assisted suicide, however it was their choice to make. Also, patients with less than six months to live will not typically be contributing to society in a way that would “make a difference.” Granted, someone could learn more about himself or herself going through this process, but when we learn something, we are able to grow and become a better person for our future. Terminally ill patients have no future, so enriching their spiritual or psychological lives by enduring those last six months serves no purpose.        
            There are also many religious arguments against physician-assisted suicide.  However, religion is personal and a belief that is not based in science and does not belong in legislation. Legislating morality is wrong. The Bill of Rights clearly says, “Congress shall make no law respecting an established religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof” (Dawson 1).  Moral issues are religious issues, and prohibiting physician-assisted suicide based on morality would be unconstitutional. It has been argued, “Americans regard themselves as autonomous possessors of individual rights” (Jelen 2).   Thus, legislating morality would be a direct violation of autonomy, something American’s value more than morality.    But legalizing physician-assisted suicide does not take any religious side. Legalizing it is not the same as encouraging it or requiring it. It allows everyone to choose their own side based on their own religious values. There is no religious debate to be had because if you are religious, simply don’t ask for physician-assisted suicide.  Religious groups would be free to advocate hospice and create hospice centers that discourage physician-assisted suicide and assist in palliative care.  Those supporting legalizing physician-assisted suicide still see the benefits for hospice and realize that not everyone will want to pursue ending their life (as the Oregon statistics show).
            There are those that claim that if we allow physician-assisted suicide for the terminally ill, we will one day allow it for healthy people as well (Radtke 59). But this is absurd.  Oregon law would certainly set a standard the rest of the nation would follow.  In order for healthy people to terminate their life this way, the law would have to be revised. It is highly doubtful that such a law would be passed. However, if it were, it would be based on autonomy and a person’s right to choose and not terminal illness which is the key component of today’s laws.  In 1997, the Supreme Court decided that, “physician-assisted suicide could prove extremely difficult to police and contain” (qtd in Mariner 2059). So they left the decision to the states (Mariner 2059). The Supreme Court did decide, however, that physician-assisted suicide is not a constitutional right.  Based on this decision, the thought of healthy people legally obtaining physician-assisted suicide is highly unlikely.  There are more than 30,000 suicides every year in the United States (Mariner 2058).  Suicide is not illegal. There is no law preventing anyone from committing suicide (Mariner 2061). What is illegal is anyone (physician in this case) assisting in suicide.  If a physician assists in a suicide in states where it is prohibited, he or she is “subject to up to five years in imprisonment and a fine of up to $10,000” as well having his license revoked (Mariner 2058).  Those compassionate enough to offer assistance to the dying face criminalization. In those states, not only is death a punishment in the judicial system’s eyes but, compassion is criminal.
            It is the role of a physician in the suicide that is illegal and up for debate.  A physician’s job is to heal or to comfort once healing is no longer an option.  Some physicians argue, “This approach is a violation of the Hippocratic Oath” (Girsh 189).  If that were true, hospice would also be a violation of this oath, and once a patient was terminally ill with no hope of recovery, a physician would have to stop treating the patient. We know this does not happen; physicians will continue to treat pain and the symptoms of a disease without being able to cure it.  Sometimes medications prescribed in order to cure disease cause harm, so would this not also be a violation of the Hippocratic Oath? Similarly, Chemotherapy is not a pleasant experience. I have often heard people say, “The cure is worse than the disease” when it comes to cancer and the treatments for it. When a physician can help, he or she should, either by healing or comforting.
            The Hippocratic Oath would also surely be opposed to medicine being the commodity it is today. Currently, in our system, physicians deny care based on financial means. Is this not neglect?  Refusing a patient based on financial means would be indirectly causing harm, would it not?  Denying someone treatment based on financial means causes more harm than physician-assisted suicide. In one case, you have someone who wants to and could get well but can’t get well because medicine has become a commodity, and treating it as such is “morally unpalatable” (Pellegrino 258).  It is said that, “Health is a fundamental requirement for the fulfillment of the human potential and freedom to act and directs one’s life” (Pellegrino 248).  In physician-assisted suicide you are helping someone to ease his or her pain and suffering because failing health has blocked his or her potential.  Attempting to use the Hippocratic oath as a means to prohibit physician-assisted suicide is hypocritical. It is a greater violation that occurs everyday in denying health than that of assisting in death.
            Some physicians have argued that “physicians do not want this option” and “suicide is never acceptable” (Girsh 189). When people rely on a doctor to defend or protest physician-assisted suicide it utilizes a false ethos. Doctors are not philosophers, or spiritualists by trade. They know no more about what is right or wrong in the world than anyone else does.  “Medicine has no competence to manage the meaning of life and death, only the physical and psychological manifestations of those problems. Medicines role must be limited to what it can appropriately do, and it has neither the expertise nor the wisdom to respond to the deepest and oldest human questions” (qtd in Gill 60).   In other words, doctor’s role in society is to administer medicine, not dictate human morality.  Patients will determine whether they want to die or not.  The physician merely requires the knowledge and compassion to assist.  Any physician who has a moral objection to assisting should be allowed to refuse but should realize it is a moral objection and not a violation of the Hippocratic Oath.
            Currently, doctors are allowed to “engage in the more death-related act of withdrawing a respirator from the respirator-dependent patient” (Robinson 16).  Again would this not also violate the Hippocratic Oath? Physically disengaging a life saving machine is no less harmful than prescribing medication that would end someone’s life.  In one scenario, which is legal, the “act of death” lies in the physician’s hands, where as in prescribing medication, the patient must have the determination and desire to physically take the pills, and the “act of death” is in their own hands (Robinson 16).  
            Some physicians will resort to “covert and undocumented practices when they feel compelled, for ethical and humane reasons, to provide assistance” (Linville 204). Some physicians do this because of close long term relationships with their patients (Linville 204). And by doing this, they risk their careers and lives.  But it is not fair for people who do not have these relationships with their doctor to be unable to obtain the same treatment.  It is also unfair to criminalize a physician who is following the direction of his patient within the scope of his knowledge and abilities.
            Finally, physician-assisted suicide is said to be about autonomy.  Those who argue against physician-assisted suicide claim “[the patient] will not be able to exercise her autonomy in the future” (Gill 56). However, terminally ill patients with less than six months to live have a short future, and how much of that they would maintain their autonomy in would also be questionable. Those who support physician-assisted suicide argue “that the suicide of a person who is about to die does not violate the value of autonomy because the person’s decision-making ability is going to disappear whether she commits suicide or not” (Gill 55).  They also argue, “It is the ability to make big decisions that is of profound moral importance” (Gill 58).  Physician-assisted suicide should be legalized in the United States so that everyone will be given the opportunity to evaluate their own life and morals and make a decision that is best for them. Banning physician-assisted suicide does not prevent deaths.  Nor would legalizing it increase deaths. It would simply allow the terminally ill to choose when to die.
             



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Friday, January 6, 2012

GI Jesus????

The following bumper sticker reads 
"That's Right I'm clinging to my Guns and Religion"

   This has to be one of the most absurd bumper stickers I have seen. Firstly, I'm reassured that while most love to express their political views on the backside of their automobiles, they rarely get out of them to go vote. This slogan stuck with me in a few ways, but mostly at associating "religion" with "guns".
    I'm going to take a leap of "faith" here and say this "religion" being applied is "Christian". I do so based on the demographics of this region. I feel that's a safe assumption. 
   When I was raised in a Catholic home attending mass 6 out of 7 days a week I never got the memo about Jesus' endorsement of weapons. I endured many a mass growing up and NOT once did I hear about Jesus advocating weapons. So I'm left with a few questions for the driver of this vehicle. How can you cling to a religion that promotes peace and love and to your gun at the same time without feeling some sort of dissonance? 
When you think of Jesus is this the image you have?
I must have missed mass the day we explored the teachings of christ on guns and ammo.  Jesus asks us to turn the other cheek not load another clip into your 9mm.  If you want to own a gun go for it but please don't create an association between gun ownership and religion. These two things are incompatible even when Jesus was taken at the garden one of the disciples raised a sword to defend Jesus and Jesus had him lay his sword down.

John 18 10-11
'Then Simon Peter, who had a sword, drew it and struck the high priest's servant, cutting off his right ear. Jesus commanded Peter "Put down your sword!"

It is distressing how often people "cling" to things that they don't understand.