Assisted Suicide

Assisted Suicide

This paper will show how I feel about assisted suicide and how it affects people when it comes up to committing assisted suicide for their love ones.

Susan's father was diagnosed in 2002 with metastatic head and neck cancer if I was in Susan place, I would be highly upset. I would get on the internet and do research on the disease my father have. I would call around to doctors and find the best doctor in the city or state to help my father. I would tell my father to hang on that I am trying to find the best doctors for him.

His predictable view was "spare no effort." A top head and neck surgeon worked through conflicting pathology reports to locate the primary tumor in the thyroid and excise the gland. Metastases would crop up from time to time, but radiation and then Cyber Knife radio surgery kept them in check. For five years he did well.

Things changed in June of 2007. The Cyber Knife treatment was billed as the worst, with significant pain likely to follow. Sure enough, ten days later, my father's pain on swallowing became severe. He began losing weight a lot of weight. He weakened. He fell twice in his apartment. I would have to get him some Ensure or other kind of nutrition shake so he can drink it and want be so weak. I would also call the doctor and let them know that my father is in a weaken state and has falling twice in his apartment.

I would take him to the hospital emergency room. The doctors did little for this seventy-nine year oil man with a five year history of metastatic thyroid cancer plus emphysema and chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.

One doctor look at my father and the doctor admitted him immediately and ordering a gastrostomy tube so he could be feed intravenously and get nutrition. He is in an excellent hospital, with the head and neck, pulmonology, and gastroenterology services working him up. His mood has brightened and the gamily gathered around him. I would spend days in the hospital with him reminiscing about the olden days.

Susan father was becoming increasingly weak. He was finding it difficult to "focus, "as he put it. He had become tired and decided that it was time for him to get off the feeding tubes and stuff. Since he is growing weak and not eating on his own and he is ready to go. I would find a nice hospice to put him in or bring him home with around