E is for Euthanasia.
My father loved life and didn’t believe in the afterlife. He spent his last handful of days in palliative care, and clung to every precious minute. The pain of cancer leaking through the medication was preferable to that long good night he thought was waiting for him. On the 8th day of his stay his medication was withdrawn and he slipped into a coma. He died on the 11th day. That he outlasted the average 3 ½ days in palliative care was because I fought for it. His doctor stopped his blood transfusions, an obvious waste of a precious resource. And once my dad was in a coma, the nurses who had previously talked about dying with dignity did not enter his room even once. Had he been able to say so, my dad would have said that living with dignity was preferable to dying with dignity and euthanasia was stealing something from him that was a lot more precious than gold or jewels.

Euthanasia may not have the sanction of the law, but it is here nevertheless in different guises. A combination of compassion for those who want to go and limited resources and cost is what currently drives the pro euthanasia lobby. They want it out in the open and they want it available to us all. I imagine what will be let loose once it is legalised.

I imagine that once Euthanasia is legalised it will be like anything else that is based on emotion rather than facts. You will have to look behind you to see what’s coming. It would only be a matter of time before the bean counters and the medics get together, for the sake of the financial bottom line, to justify culling the elderly and the infirm. After that it would be people with mental and physical disabilities. We don’t like state sanctioned murder, but I think this is far worse. What if you’re okay but tired of life as one woman I heard about a couple of years ago was? It’s her body and her right to do what she wants with it was the general consensus. I’m not sure what happened to population zero. That was the popular catch cry some time in the late sixties. We are overpopulating and that generally means more of a fight for finite resources and less respect for life.

The trouble with lobbying is that it’s only people with a personal agenda that push for it. The rest of us who are against it, are smug in our belief that things will stay the way they are without our interference and terribly surprised when it’s too late and we find we have been wrong.

E is for Eggplant
My mother in law used to make something with eggplant that she called Brinjinna. As she had a Russian background, I assumed it was a Russian dish. I never asked and now it’s too late. But – isn’t the internet wonderful – I looked it up. Wikipedia says that what we call eggplant ‘is known in South Asia, Southeast Asia and South Africa as brinjal’. I’d say that the dish wasn’t an original to her. There’s ratatouille for example, it is a tomato and pepper mixture, but it is layered in an oven proof dish and baked. Ma-in-law’s dish cooks on the stove and goes something like this (I haven’t made it in years).
1 large egg plant
1 tin of tomatoes or four large fresh tomatoes
4 onions
2 green peppers
Fry onions until they are soft but not browned. Add peeled and chopped eggplant, cook for five minutes and add the peppers, then tomatoes and cook down until the ingredients are merged.
That’s it. Not very exciting, I love eggplant dishes but this is not my favourite. But my husband loved it. Perhaps I might make one for him very soon.


7 thoughts on “E is for euthanasia and eggplant

  1. Hi Mary. I read this a while ago but was unsure how or what to say.

    The egg plant stuff is easy; I’m a lousy cook.

    Euthanasia is something else.

    I’m in favour of it, for me. I’d like the choice, even if I never used it.

    • I brought it up again because I get frantic whenever it becomes a commentator’s topic for the day. Just like the marijuana thing, legalising euthanasia is coming ever closer. People whose relatives have suffered phone in, but we never hear from families of those people who have been quietly put down. The relatives are either too busy stressing and don’t know or they feel that it’s for the best. Often the person involved is not asked if it’s for his or her best. That’s now. I’m all for euthanasia for me, if it becomes so unbearable that it’s necessary. But what about when it’s legal and the medics don’t have to be covert about it? I’m one of those glass half empty type of people. Hospitals are always in a financial hole. It would only be a matter of time when weak and the elderly, the disabled and the ugly become part of a cost cutting exercise.

      • I’m glad you answered as you did Mary; I felt a little wary as your Dad is part of the topic. You might be a glass half empty type of person but I think that can be interpreted as being practical where euthanasia is concerned.
        I guess if we start looking on the net we might hear from families where euthanasia is legal. It was only legal in Australia (Northern Territory) for a very short while), so not much back from that.
        I always have a favourite image in my head from the film Soylent Green; a Charlton Heston job, sci fi stuff. One of the characters decides he’s had enough and opts to end it. It’s legal in the film and the guy heads to a purpose built facility, gets an injection and nods off looking at a giant screen of his favourite images accompanied by music he liked. I still like it.
        If you think Charlton Heston was a hottie, you might like the film!

      • We’re a lot more desensitised than we were when I was growing up, Bruce, more accepting of deaths and happy to justify them. The future hopefully won’t be as bleak for our grandchildren, as I suspect it will be. Saw the film too, Bruce. You might remember what happened to Edward G Robinson and all the other people of that crowded earth who took the legal suicide way out. Our pollies talk blithely about the need for infrastructure to prepare for the population explosion that is expected. But you can’t infrastructure food and water. When I first saw that film it was science fiction. Not so sure that film wasn’t prophetic. See what I mean about the glass?
        PS That film was loosely based on Harry Harrison’s novella, ‘Make room, make room.’

  2. Hugs about your dad. Thought provoking writing. I sure don’t want to end someone’s life. Tough times. I don’t like eggplant…but then I am not much of a veggie eater. Bad me.

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