The right to die

I think it should be the job of specialists. 

Maybe, but there is still the question of whether it is right to compel a physician, specialist or whoever to end someone's life. I don't imagine a lot of them would volunteer for that.

100% support this. 

actually, that is exactly how tbe liverpool pathway works. They starve you and withdraw fluid until dehydration causes cardiac failure. They're supposed to carefully calculate the amount of intravenous drug they give you that you don’t notice the problem of extreme thirst. Suffice to say the clowns administering this to my mother when it was decided her multiple mini strokes and steadily worsening mental capacity and dementia had exceeded her DNR point were a bunch of fucking arse holes.

It took weeks to kill mum and it nearly drove my brother who was her carer to suicide.

When dad went in conditions they would prosecute me if i did it to a dog some fucking clown in a posh clerical frock went on Any Questions to make warm pontifications about palliative care in the UK, and my half page email sent to the programme in response, read out as the first response on Any Answers, utterly crucified the prick.

Metaphorically

But the twats who were supposed to supervise mum’s departure from her earthly existence just before Jan 2019’s New Year but dragged the process out for nearly a fortnight deserve something far less theoretical, and requires a few metres of 4x4 and some nails.

Quite. And i agree. We are not talking about compelling medical professionals to perform whatever actions are necessary. We’re talking about removing tbe threat of arrest and charge with murder from those prepared to assist, while preventing both the Harold Shipman's of this world from getting their rocks off by getting in on the act, AND removing the ability of doctors to charge me a fortune for signed documentation certifying the morphine dose administered to my father which caused his demise was medically necessary to deal with the pain of his end stage prostate cancer which had migrated to his lungs drowning him in his own blood plasma.

Personally, if it looks like my condition is approaching his, i’m going in search of a firearm.

If you’d had a spare hour or two in 1988 i’d have invited you to watch Emma born and die without taking a breath 15 seconds later.

Moira decided in less than three seconds after hearing our second child now in the 23’rd week of gestation had no working lungs that she wanted rid. As a skilled animal microsurgeon at the time i heard the details of the consultant’s proposed rescue attempt with the ears and brain of a professional and saw immediately the utter hopelessness of the proposal, and fortunately Moira saw it without even looking at me.

That didn’t make Emma’s end any less gruesome.

There are no nice ways to leave this world. All you can hope for is those who find you can handle it.

Damn good question. You define medical necessity and i’ll give you an estimate.

Consider my last post.

Do you think it worthwhile to force a woman to carry a child to surgical term so you can carry out a caesarian, place the newborn under immediate anaesthesia, cannulate the umbilical circulation, initiate a blood perfusion through those vessels to con the newborn they’re still connected to the placenta, make an incision below the ribcage, push the unexpanded lungs into the chest area, pull the stomach and intestines out if the thoracic area, and maintain this perfusion until you have successfully sutured the diaphragm or worst case until the diaphragm grows sufficiently to seal the fissure so you can detach the perfusion and trigger the aeration of the lungs

I’ll be honest had this been possible in 1988 the surgeon would have been a sensation way, way beyond Christian Barnard or Patrick Steptoe. Billionaire status would follow as certainly as night follows day. The miracle child would enjoy the fame and utter lack of privacy suffered by Louise Brown.

But Moira and I didn’t fancy the mandatory funeral and paperwork that was the 99.999% outcome of this diversion into the mad world of Mary Shelley.