> I've read multiple books by men who committed sepuku. One was a westerner who was paralyzed from the chest down...
A man who spent his last months on earth writing a manifesto, pleading that his readers support the legalization of suicide. Who wanted desperately to die in bed, surrounded by his loved ones, after bidding them good-bye. Who instead died alone, having concealed his intentions and true feelings from them for months for fear they would put him into protective custody and close his last avenue of escape.
Clayton would have gladly taken the ugly compromise of assisted suicide over the horror he had to endure.
No man has a right to get someone else to kill him, committing murder in the process. And the very last person he would ever have the right to ask is a doctor, who has sworn to do no harm.
This is the second publication of yours I've read, and I have to pose the question: Do you write fiction? If not, then you should. Your pen is gifted with a beautifully raw expression of rage and violence that I haven't seen since Palahniuk.
I can attest to the experience in California. Patients have to ingest the medication. It is not an injection that is administered by someone else. For those who can’t swallow, a rectal catheter can be rigged to a delivery pump, but they need to trigger the delivery pump itself
> I've read multiple books by men who committed sepuku. One was a westerner who was paralyzed from the chest down...
A man who spent his last months on earth writing a manifesto, pleading that his readers support the legalization of suicide. Who wanted desperately to die in bed, surrounded by his loved ones, after bidding them good-bye. Who instead died alone, having concealed his intentions and true feelings from them for months for fear they would put him into protective custody and close his last avenue of escape.
Clayton would have gladly taken the ugly compromise of assisted suicide over the horror he had to endure.
No man has a right to get someone else to kill him, committing murder in the process. And the very last person he would ever have the right to ask is a doctor, who has sworn to do no harm.
This is the second publication of yours I've read, and I have to pose the question: Do you write fiction? If not, then you should. Your pen is gifted with a beautifully raw expression of rage and violence that I haven't seen since Palahniuk.
You can tell much about the way a person lived by the way they (choose to) die.
I can attest to the experience in California. Patients have to ingest the medication. It is not an injection that is administered by someone else. For those who can’t swallow, a rectal catheter can be rigged to a delivery pump, but they need to trigger the delivery pump itself