Of course we are all dying, it’s just a question of when. There’s an interesting debate shaping up between some conservatives like Jennifer Rubin of the WaPo, and the once-conservative, who the hell knows what he is now, David Brooks, of the NYT. Medical care rationing and death panels. The idea has shifted, in a heartbeat, from a supposed scare tactic of the Tea Party to a topic fit for discussion on the pages of the New York Times. My my.
But I find myself siding with Brooks on this subject, mostly. I’m not especially keen on his dismissal of heart patients as being “incurable” – hey, Dave, I’m still here, enjoying a morning cup of coffee with each sunrise and at 57, screw you! -but I really have no desire to live a life in dementia, for instance, or sucking on an oxygen tank to pay for my years of self-inflicted cigarette smoking. And I have plans for those contingencies.
It’s an interesting debate because most of our medical care dollars are spent prolonging and squeezing out the last few months or perhaps years of life. It sure isn’t my call, except for my own life – it’s an individual decision, or should be: I suspect that my Ma, at 87, would be really pissed if I slammed a pillow on her face (Kidding, Ma, promise!). Brooks hints at death panels who would decide these issues. Bad idea. But I think they’re coming, nonetheless.