According to a recent survey, 27 percent of Canadians believe that medical assistance in dying (MAID)—the country’s official term for euthanasia—should be available to those whose sole complaint is poverty. The government is now poised to offer this form of “healthcare” to the mentally ill. Lionel Shriver, a longtime supporter of euthanasia, examines the results of Ottawa’s very lax regulations around legalized medical murder, and the horrific consequences. Take the case of forty-one-year-old Sean Tagert, who couldn’t afford the round-the-clock home care he needed, and didn’t want to move into an institution far from his son. He chose death, and the doctors were quick to accommodate him:
All health systems have finite resources, so let’s assume that sixteen-hour care was all British Columbia could afford. If Tagert couldn’t manage on that support, we wouldn’t encourage a bureaucracy to give in to blackmail: If you don’t give me 24-hour care, I’ll kill myself. On the other hand, the availability of assisted dying as a solution to his problems must have made it more likely that Tagert would choose death, as opposed to giving institutional care a go and perhaps discovering that seeing his son somewhat less often wasn’t the end of the world. In general, then, legalizing assisted dying without fierce limits on who qualifies may increase the likelihood that, rather than find more creative escapes from their predicaments, people give in to despair.
The woman who has most alarmed critics of MAID’s prospective extension to the mentally ill is Lisa Pauli, who is queueing up for assisted dying months in advance. At forty-seven, Pauli has been anorexic for the better part of 40 years and now holds out no hope of defeating the disorder. She weighs 92 pounds and goes days without solid food. Pauli’s psychiatrist assures her that once the law in Canada becomes more encompassing next year, she’ll probably be eligible for assisted dying. Yet it takes one look at Lisa Pauli’s picture to conclude that she doesn’t need a lethal injection. She needs a sandwich.
[O]ne of the major concerns of too-ready access to assisted dying is that people are moody, fickle, and changeable. One day, one month, or even one year, our outlook can be unbearably bleak, and the challenges of the future can appear insurmountable. But fortunes and frames of mind can pick up, clouds lift: we get a new job, fall in love, finally put a bereavement behind us, after which the prospect of asking to die may strike us as preposterous. Many a failed suicide has been grateful in retrospect for having botched the job.
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