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 On the 8th day of his stay his medication was withdrawn and he slipped into a coma.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
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.