This afternoon, the governor of California signed a right-to-die bill into a law. It's not the first bill of its kind to be proposed, but the others never made it past the legislature. It is said that Britney Maynard's move from California to Oregon last year in order to end her life after being diagnosed with brain cancer inspired this most recent bill.
My brain knows this is a law that allows a person to go out on their own terms and not have to suffer the pain and indignities of a terminal illness. It is an important law, and I am pleased to be living in a state who has decided that this isn't a decision for anyone else to make except for the terminally ill patient along with their doctors and family. No one else should have any say. Logically it makes sense, however it is also a heart wrenching law - a law that I'm not sure I'd take advantage of. While I can rationalize that if I were in this position it would be what was best for both me and my loved ones, I can't imagine what it would be like to say, "it's time" either. And if a loved one was in the position to make that decision for themselves, well it makes me sick to my stomach just imagining it. Deciding to euthanize my dog a few years back messed me up big time and still creeps back up on me every-so-often, and that was a dog.
Of course, we all hope this will never happen to us, but if it were to I'm sure there is relief in knowing an end to the suffering was in sight if that choice was made.
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