Opinion: Give the dying a chance to end their suffering
I WAS a student in my early 20s. He was a fully trained doctor, aged 28, and working in a library. I’ll call him John.*
Over a few beers he explained why he had not continued his vocation.
His first posting was to a regional hospital.
The first baby he delivered was grossly deformed. They put the baby in a corner to die on its own. He said, “That child was going to die anyway, but the law prevented us from helping it to die. I had never felt so alone, and that’s why I gave up medicine.”