Top menu navigation

Thursday, January 1, 2015

No, Actually Cancer ISN'T the Funnest Way to Die

In case you had come to the conclusion that 2014 wasn't so bad (no motor boating during pinktober, for instance) this happened:

"So death from cancer is the best, the closest to the death that Buñuel wanted and had. You can say goodbye, reflect on your life, leave last messages, perhaps visit special places for a last time, listen to favourite pieces of music, read loved poems, and prepare, according to your beliefs, to meet your maker or enjoy eternal oblivion.

This is, I recognise, a romantic view of dying, but it is achievable with love, morphine, and whisky. But stay away from overambitious oncologists, and let’s stop wasting billions trying to cure cancer, potentially leaving us to die a much more horrible death."

 - Richard Smith, for BMJ


Just wait.

Sorry, I just threw up in my mouth.

Can I just say there is little more terrifying that the fact that the FUCKING EDITOR OF THE LANCET is saying this.

And can I say that people like him, with the so called "romantic view of death," ARE THE FUCKING PROBLEM. Hey, 19th century TB patients called, and they want their cliche back.

The "romantic view" stops us from seeing death for what it truly is. To know the realities. Instead we, as a culture, like to pretend it doesn't happen. We pretend that if we never give up, that we will never die. We collectively shush cancer patients who express feelings about it. We shame patients like Brittany Maynard for her choice to not have the kind of death that Mr. Smith so insensitively glamorizes.

So, what is this dude suggesting, anyway? That the treatment that I and so many of my dear ones received was a waste of resources, and we should have just accepted a graceful, beautiful cancer death?

I have to stop before I hyperventilate.

No comments:

Post a Comment