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Dying With Dignity or Euthanasia


Dying with Dignity

Dying with Dignity also known as Euthanasia (a less appealing term) is something we only think about when we are personally touched by the suffering of a loved one. I had never thought too much about it until recently. It has been a big year already for me. After Terry’s health challenges from November to January we were just getting our balance back when my mother who had been living with cancer, became gravely ill, her suffering extending for weeks as she waited impatiently to die. And it was she herself that brought up the subject of euthanasia.

Cancer Can Be Cruel 

Mum was so brave facing her failing body with a clear mind till the last breath. Cancer can be a very cruel disease and watching her deterioration really made me think a lot about the lack of choice in Australia to ‘die with Dignity’.  ‘Dying with dignity’  or euthanasia as a personal choice has a growing following, largely brought into the Australian public eye by Andrew Denton. Dying with Dignity, also know by a less kind word  Euthanasia is the offering of a personal choice around one’s dying to avoid unnecessary pain and suffering. There are staunch believers in both sides of this debate but I wonder if should it come down to the very personal choice of the person who is dying?
My mother was ready to die, and she expressed this to us, her family and her carers many times. An animal lover herself, she would say, “I would not let an animal suffer like this. Take me to the vet, I am ready to go.”

We Wouldn’t Let An Animal Suffer

The strange thing is, thinking about it, we wouldn’t let an animal suffer. Most caring people will always put dying or badly injured animals out of their misery rather than watching their suffering continue. Losing a loved one is hard enough without the added feeling of helplessness that comes with bearing witness to long drawn out suffering.

The Loss Of Personal Dignity

There is also the loss of personal dignity as they often need to be in nappies due to incontinence or have colostomy bags changed by carers. Stripped of their dignity our loved ones are often left in the care of paid strangers to be washed. Then dressed and turned as they wait for a finality of organ failure. I wonder how many of us under this current choice-less system are left with PTSD. Haunted by terrible images of the emotional trauma suffered by our dying loved ones. This along side their own lingering feelings of helplessness and grief can be a sad end to a life well lived..

The Journey of Hope

At first diagnosis there is always hope and so there should be. Any illness is a journey with hidden jewels. My mother’s choice was the chemo and radiation pathway. We all supported ‘her choice’ in this and many new friendships and meetings during this time were forged between my mother and father and cancer support groups who helped with the daily travel to the hospital. Sadly, though for her weakened elderly body the drugs ended up intensifying her suffering.

Final Acceptance with Grace

We all came to accept that this, her final bout with cancer would be terminal. The first few months of the decline of her illness were a blessing, giving both mum the family time to accept her fate and prepare for her passing. We all accepted she was dying, yet we still laughed and talked and during this time and Mum was still well enough to engage with us. She still felt loved and supported at home with her family.

The Body Suit has Reached It’s Used By Date

I know the body to be like a costume/veil we wear in order to live and experience this life of duality. A temple for the individual expression of consciousness to dance upon the earth in. And as such it is transient, and will as we all know at some stage die. It has a use by date.

Life as we know it in human personality form is short lived, and as such the dying and death of this body is a part of the experience of it.

Does Dying Need to Be Cruelly Extended

But the last four weeks seemed unnecessarily cruel and drawn out. As her loving family, we found it heart wrenching to watch her painful decline day after day leaving her a mere skeleton unable to eat, move or speak more than 2-3 words, yet still conscious enough to suffer both physically and emotionally.  

It was my elderly father, himself with Parkinson’s, who was by her side day and night until this point. It was he, her devoted husband, who felt a deep sense of helplessness and despair verging on depression. In the last 10 days, we, her children and grandchildren all took turns to join my father by her side.

Dad couldn’t bear the thought of her dying in their shared bed of 57 years and Mum then needed round the clock care that he was no longer able to give, so she was moved to a facility to die. It was in a home for the elderly which in itself was depressing. As we walked past the inmates rooms, a terrible aroma of incontinence and leaking colostomy bags met our nostrils, and the sound of some residents with advanced dementia calling out for loved ones who couldn’t hear them met our ears. Some wandered looking lost in the hallways. Mum’s room was private thank God, with an ensuite that sadly she was too weak to use.

Feelings of Helplessness

Feeling helpless to ease her suffering, we sat by her side ready to offer her any little moment of comfort. An ice-block on her lips, a drop of eye lubrication, move a pillow to ease the pain for her skeletal frame. We diffused essential oils into the room to cover the terrible aroma of death that crept into our nostrils. Nurses came twice a day to check her constant drip feeding of an intravenous drug to lessen the nausea or add more opioid pain patches.

Waiting Waiting Waiting to Die

Sitting by her side in those last days of her life waiting for her agony to end was a very emotional time. It was a time I felt overwhelming compassion for my mother, my father, my sisters and our children. It was a bitter sweet relief when she did die, albeit alone, just after midnight shortly after the attending nurse did her check asking her if she needed anything. My mother had said “No” and minutes later she was gone. Within half an hour we were sitting with her sharing our private and final farewells.

Knowing her suffering was over brought relief, but there was also the sad and natural grief of loss. The loss of a wife, mother and grandmother who had been such a strong matriarchal figure for our family. I feel lucky to have a close, loving and resilient family and we were all together to say goodbye and support each other in the planning her funeral. We had talked to mum about her wishes and really wanted to make it a very special occasion.

She was ready To Die

My mother had a great life, traveling the world,  exploring other cultures, always curious and open to adventure. She had a wonderful family of  four children, 13 grandchildren and a loving husband of 57 years. She was ready to go and I have to wonder how it would have been if we could have all been by her bedside to say goodbye. She may have been spared those last 2 weeks of agony. She could have slipped away with our sweet goodbyes on her lips.

Her funeral was a wonderful loving and heartfelt send-off.

The Cost To Families

I also have to wonder about the financial cost to families.  Professional private and personal care for a dying loved one costs and many people may not be able to afford the so-called luxury Mum was given. Extending life with drugs and reviving people who are terminal can drag out the dying process for months. I am sure not everyone could afford a private room and nursing care close to their own home. These costs together with travel and funeral fees often leave the remaining spouse or loved ones both grief stricken and financially struggling.

Pro Choice 

I am not saying there is a one size fits all here. But there’s a lot to think about. It seems to me that by offering a personal choice to die with dignity is as important as the personal choices we now enjoy around birth. After all I see both birth and death hold equal importance for a life well-lived. And perhaps death is really a birth into a new reality or dimension.

Dying with dignity does have an appealing ring to it. 

I invite your comments.

Links that you may find interesting:

Go Gentle Australia:

Voluntary Euthanasia Party:

Below is a beautiful poem I read at my mother’s funeral, Enjoy.


by Rabindranath Tagore

Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.

Let it not be a death but completeness.

Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.

Let the flight through the sky end

in the folding of the wings over the nest.

Let the last touch of your hands be gentle

like the flower of the night.

Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment,

and say your last words in silence.

I bow to you and hold up my lamp

to light you on your way.

by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 – 1941)

6 thoughts on “Dying With Dignity or Euthanasia”

  1. A wonderful post, Soraya. I have been a supporter of voluntary euthanasia or dying with dignity for many years – well before the Andrew Denton special. I watched the programme, of course, and am so glad that more and more people are thinking about this issue. My father died such a cruel, horrible death. He had bronchiectasis. He had less and less lung function till in the end he had almost none. I’ve never forgotten sobbing my heart out, as I could not help Dad and I had no-one to turn to. The head nurse at the nursing home didn’t seem to care. He wasn’t given enough morphine to alleviate his distress. I don’t fear death. Everyone dies. But, my God, I fear the death my father had.

  2. Hello Victoria, Thank you for sharing. I am sorry you had to go through such a terrible dying with your father. It can make us feel so powerless to watch those we love suffer so. Bless you and I have to agree. I don’t fear death but I don’t wish to drag out my or my loved one’s suffering. Bless you.

  3. A beautiful heartfelt post. It’s a topic that needs more discussion, so that people don’t have to suffer like your mum did in her final days. Dying with dignity should be our right, and yes, it would be better for the loved ones as well. Saying a final goodbye brings some closure to grief, that no goodbye can’t do. I wish your family the time to grieve and the rest of your lives with the happy memories of your mum.

  4. I am a Veterinary nurse and assisted many Euthanasias over the past 19 years. Some of which have been very sad. However it is such a nice relaxing way to go. We always give a heavy sedative 5 mins prior to injecting the lethal dose of Anaesthetic. We explain to the owners and other family members exactly what we are going to do and pre warn them about, possible gasping once they have “gone” and the loss of bladder and bowels.

    Once the lethal dose is slowly given into the vein, the loving pet slips off to a deep sleep, often with owners and family members by their side, kissing, stroking and talking to them.. I believe that this would be a much nicer way to go..

    And not be made to suffer a slow agonising death. It is cruel and unjust. I understand that some religions do not condone Euthanaisia, however it is always going to be in the best interest of the dying loved one.

    I just hope one day that “dying with dignity ” will become legal and will end the suffering for some of us.


  5. Hello Laura, Thank you for this very thoughtful sharing. I have had 2 of my pets die in my arms through Euthanasia at the vet, one due to old age and one was hit by a car. My children and were together and it was very sad but also very loving. Thank you.

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