On this Holy Week anniversary of Terri's agony, we remind of Sam Golubchuk, in Canada, as teams do their best to assure he dies under their timetable. Now we get the bone-chilling weigh-in of none other than Peter Singer, present tense of Margaret Sanger. He is the consummate death dealer, the ultimate word as the voice of those who live for death and hate all human forms of live except their own. It is like the Grim Reaper arriving at bedside with a team of cheerleaders.
(I wonder if he lurks on our threads as a troll. Sounds like it.)
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Pneumonia used to be called “the old man’s friend” because it often brought a fairly swift and painless end to a life that was already of poor quality, and would otherwise have continued to decline. Now a study of severely demented patients in Boston area nursing homes shows that the “friend” is often being fought with antibiotics. Such practices raise the obvious question: are we routinely treating illnesses because we can, rather than because we ought to?
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Pneumonia also has not been able to play its friendly role for 84-year-old Samuel Golubchuk of Winnipeg, Canada, who for years has had limited physical and mental capacities as a result of a brain injury. Golubchuk’s doctors thought it best not to prolong his life, but his children, arguing that discontinuing life-support would violate their Orthodox Jewish beliefs, obtained a court order compelling the doctors to keep their father alive....
No diseases for old men... by Peter Singer
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