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Wall Street Journal – NDY’s Coleman & Drake Pen Op-ed on Assisted Suicide, Brain Death and Advance Directives

Today’s (April 6, 2012) edition of the Wall Street Journal features an op-ed by Diane Coleman and Stephen Drake of Not Dead Yet.  It’s titled ‘Second Thoughts’ Grow on Assisted Suicide.”  You can read the first two paragraphs below.  At this time, full access to the article is available only to subscribers of the paper.  We’ll try to get the rest of it out and freely readable at a future date.  Here’s the intro:

An initiative to legalize assisted suicide will be on the November ballot in Massachusetts. Last month, advocates on both sides of the issue testified at a legislative hearing in Boston. Although the debate about assisted suicide is often portrayed as part of the culture war—with typical left-right, pro-con politics—the largest number of witnesses at the hearing were 10 disability-rights advocates who oppose the initiative.

In Massachusetts, the disability advocates call their opposition group “Second Thoughts.” They say that assisted suicide may sound like a good idea at first, but on second thought the risks of mistake, coercion and abuse are too great to warrant legal immunity for doctors or others who assist suicide.

More later….

The doctor said it would be better if I didn’t survive

… as I would be a “vegetable” if I did

By Stephen Drake

I was born in 1955. I developed hydrocephalus as a result of injury from forceps used in a breech delivery.  Right after I was born, I was whisked away by the medical team.  My parents didn’t get to see me or hear anything much about me for hours.  Finally, the doctor who delivered me and caused the injury told my parents it would be better if I didn’t survive as I would be a “vegetable” if I did.  Specifically, he told them that the odds were 100 to 1 against my living through the night.  If I did survive it would be worse, since the odds were a million to one against me not being a ‘vegetable.’ (The usual ‘won’t talk, won’t walk, be a burden’ description).  He suggested it would be best if ‘nature took its course,’ which would mean, I guess, doing nothing to treat me and ‘allowing’ me to die.

Luckily for me, my parents had other ideas.  Even though they swear they weren’t afraid the medical staff would give less than aggressive care, my father spent the entire first night of my life watching over me through the nursery window, along with the pediatrician they had already selected for my medical care.  By the next morning, I was much improved, my skin tone normalized from the grayish tone from the day before.  I regained movement on the side of my face that had previously been immobile (no one can remember which side and the medical records are lost in the dustbin of medical history).

Over the next two months, it was clear by my lethargy and head growth that I was developing hydrocephalus – an accumulation of spinal fluid in the brain.  When I was about three months old, I had a lumbar shunt implanted in the base of the spine to promote drainage of spinal fluid.  This worked well until I was three. At that point, it became obvious that intracranial pressure was building again. That was when I had the ventricular shunt put in. This never really worked very well. I got headaches 1 to 3 times a day – my parents had to relieve the pressure by massaging the shunt. That’s how we all lived until I was ten.

At that time, I developed a headache that lasted for two weeks – it turns out I had outgrown the shunt. Due to advances in the shunt technology, they did a replacement instead of a revision. I’ve had that shunt, with little trouble, ever since.

The reason the surgeon didn’t attempt to correct problems with the first shunt was the uncertainty that my situation could be improved with only one surgery.  He – and everyone else – was new at it.  He really didn’t know if he would improve things at all on one attempt or how many attempts it would take.  Further, each operation carried a significant chance of infection, which was the leading cause of death in shunted kids with hydrocephalus.

I grew up being taught that my survival and lack of intellectual disability (mostly, anyway) was a ‘miracle.’  As an adult and graduate student, I came to know better.  If there were any ‘miraculous’ parts to my story, it was that my parents rejected the physician’s suggestions that maybe I – and they – would be better off if I died.  I was also extremely lucky that there was one – and only one – neurosurgeon in town who knew how to implant shunts at just the time that I needed one.

 

There are two other things I came to understand as I got older as well.  First, the odds the doctor cited for my survival and recovery were almost certainly made up on the spot and were aimed at getting my parents to ‘accept’ my death as a good, if not clearly inevitable, thing.  Second, as I’ve learned from the stories of others, when a doctor uses the word ‘vegetable’ about a patient, they will certainly follow up with a discussion of warehousing or ‘disposal’ (by way of medical neglect).

Visit Steve’s Water on the Brain – and Lots on My Mind blog.

 

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