On the
day that I write this, it is one more week until the infamous Brittany Maynard
ends her life with the help of a physician unless she comes to her senses. This story makes me rage with anger. She is a beautiful young woman, age 29, newly
married, and now she wants to end her life because of her stage 4 cancer
diagnosis.
I
understand. Treating cancer is a
nightmare. The cures are worse than the
disease. It is agony to see someone you
love wasting away through cancer, and when they do pass away we feel relieved
that they do not have any more pain.
However, if the death
panel follows through with their plans to erase Brittany from existence, this
will only lead to more killing. We
already have children aborted over issues that are not life threatening such as
Down’s syndrome or a kidney disease diagnosis that turns out negative. Now we will have clever magicians who take
advantage of the bad news of a positive cancer diagnosis and misdirect these
young, impressionable people that assisted suicide is the most compassionate
choice.
If Brittany does follow
through with her plan, she will still be beautiful, and her family will not
have to spend so much money looking for a treatment. Who are her husband, friends, and family
anyway? Why do they not make more effort
to keep this young woman alive until God decides to take her? Is money really that much more important than
the life that is still vibrant? Are they
calling this compassion so that they can sleep at night?
I know a woman who found
stage 4 cancer on her adrenal gland.
Stephanie, my mother, made the decision to keep living. Dad, Andrew, and I kept her alive until the
following January. It was March when we
got the news. It was mom who determined
that she would live and exhaust all resources to find a cure for this
disease. She braved chemo, her body
weakened, her hair fell out, and she did this so that she could still be here
to care for her aging mother, my dad, Andrew, and me.
When January came around,
we felt so much pain to see Mom on Hospice.
One day she could drive and eat at the Mexican restaurant. The next day, she went to the hospital. After all exhausted resources, Mom and Dad
opted out of any treatments when the cancer only spread in December. When Hospice started, we slowly saw Mom go
through pain and eventually delirium.
When she finally did pass away on January 21, 2009, we were relieved
because we knew she was perfectly healed and living with her heavenly Father.
I am so glad that nobody
ever suggested that my mother take her life that March or April when she
received the diagnosis. We would have
missed out on the months of praying for her, believing for a miracle, helping
the medical community research for a cure, and generally reaching out to the
world with God’s love and our hope in Jesus.
We also got to grow closer
to members of our church who would drive Mom to surgeries and chemo
sessions. That is how I got close to my
friend Erin that summer whose mother would take care of my mother.
The good news is that I
know my mother is alive with the Lord.
The bad news is that I feel that Brittany does not even know Jesus. If she succeeds in committing suicide, then
that will only commence her eternity of enduring God’s wrath.
No, I do not believe that
suicide is unforgiveable. However,
Brittany does not act in the heat of the moment. She has had a whole month to ponder over this
and still insists on taking matters into her own hands instead of trusting God
to do amazing works with her and her “loved” ones the way he did in the life of
my mother. She trusts in herself and not
in Jesus, and that will land her in hell for eternity, an ending much worse
than stage 4 brain cancer and chemo deterioration. How much more will the physicians suffer who
influenced her to make this rash decision?
I end with a quotation
from Joni Eareckson Tada. If anyone has
wanted to die throughout her decades of wheelchair confinement, Joni would have
as much excuse to end it as anybody else.
However, she just turned 65 years old and has accomplished so much for
the name of the Lord.
“Like many, my heart broke
when I recently watched Brittany Maynard's video in which she outlined her
plans to die through physician-assisted suicide. No one – absolutely no one –
welcomes the pain that dealing with a terminal disease invariably brings, and
it's clear that this young woman is firm in her convictions. But if I could
park my wheelchair beside her, I would tell her how the love of Jesus has
sustained me through my chronic pain, quadriplegia and cancer.”
Joni has lived from age 17
to 65 in a wheel chair influencing the world because her focus was on people
other than herself. While Brittany
throws a tantrum about “my decision,” Joni has saved the lives of disabled
people all over the world, provided retreats for them, provided wheelchairs,
written songs, painted paintings with a paint brush in her mouth, and has even
been nominated for an Academy award. And
she has not stopped. Her care for other
people was more important than her decision.
Brittany, please, I
implore you, refuse to choose. Your
final days are worth every second of the pain if only you would think about how
you can help your family and the world to live and not shrug an apathetic
shoulder to death which is already defeated by Jesus.