I shall not want.
It maketh me to lie down in hospital beds;
It leadeth me beside the marvels of technology.
It restoreth my brain waves:
It maintains me in a persistent vegetative state for its name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will find no end to life;
Thy respirator and heart machine they sustain me
In the presence of irreversible disability;
Thou anointeth my head with oil;
My cup runneth on and on and on and on.
Surely coma and unconsciousness shall follow me all the days of my
continued breathing;
And I will dwell in the intensive care unit forever.
Written by a Unitarian minister, these sentiments were not intended
to be sacrilegious. They capture the genuine fear that many people associate
with loss of control over their own care.
Reprinted from the VESS Newsletter of April 1994 quoting the Newsletter
of The Hemlock Society of Maryland.
Hon Secretary, SAVES, PO Box 2151, Kent Town, SA 5071, Australia.
email info@saves.asn.au
Revision: May 2008