My own father died from a degenerative neurological illness which gradually robbed him of the ability to control his body. He was a GP, and knew what was coming. Two years before he eventually died, he was admitted to hospital with peritonitis. Without treatment, he would have expected death within days. He declined treatment, as was his right, and we all patiently and tearfully waited for him to die, while he was dosed up on morphine to control the pain. Contrary to expectations, he survived. He had always been very fit and, said his own doctor, had "interest in the bank" which allowed his body to fight his infection and repair his ulcer.
The following two years were wonderful for me. I spent time with him, went on holiday with him, cared for him, found out about his early life and we crossed a major hurdle for Englishmen: we were able to say that we loved each other. Two months before he died, and with difficulty, he attended my sister's wedding reception.
As his death approached, he knew that the only way he could control it was to starve and dehydrate himself. In his final days, he was no more than a stinking, breathing corpse. Sadly, the manner of his death was not unusual.
Who did those two extra years of life benefit? Me, undoubtedly. And, for the first year, my father. But the final months were a cruel torture for him. Was it really better that he died two years later than he might have done? He saw his daughter's wedding, but missed my civil partnership and the birth of his grandchildren.
Would it have been better if he were to have died at the age of 73, rather than 72? Quality of life is at least as important as quantity of life. And yet I hear palliative care doctors recounting tales of lives extended and deaths averted. In many cases, this may be a good thing. But not always.
It is an anomaly that my father was able to decline life-saving treatment. Yet there were no safeguards to ensure that he wasn't being coerced by his family into declining treatment. No second medical opinion was required, no cooling-off period, no sworn solicitor's declaration, no requirement that he be within the last six months of a terminal illness. If the opponents of assisted dying are genuinely concerned about the risk of coercing vulnerable patients into an assisted death, shouldn't they be equally concerned about the thousands of patients who each year decline life-extending treatment? Or are their concerns a cover for another objection?
We need a moral debate about the extent to which society should restrict people's free choices at the end of life. We need all participants to come clean about their own personal beliefs and to consider carefully whether they are right to seek to impose their morality on others. I quote the Rev John Cartwright: "Those who do prevent moral choice are actually making moral choices for which they themselves will have to account."
By the way, I'm a humanist.
By Edward Turner, in The Independent
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