Being Mortal

(Martin Jones) #1

couldhearme,saidIwasgoingtotakethebreathingtube
outofhismouth.HecoughedacoupleoftimeswhenI
pulleditout, openedhiseyesbriefly,and closedthem.
His breathing grew labored, then stopped. I put my
stethoscope on his chest and heard his heart fade away.


Now,morethanadecadeafterIfirsttoldMr.Lazaroff’s
story,whatstrikesmemostisnothowbadhisdecision
wasbuthowmuchweallavoidedtalkinghonestlyabout
thechoicebeforehim.Wehadnodifficultyexplaining
thespecificdangersofvarioustreatmentoptions,butwe
neverreally touched on thereality ofhis disease.His
oncologists, radiation therapists, surgeons, and other
doctorshadallseenhimthroughmonthsoftreatmentsfor
aproblemthattheyknewcouldnotbecured.Wecould
neverbringourselvestodiscussthelargertruthabouthis
condition or the ultimate limits of our capabilities,let
alonewhatmightmattermosttohimashenearedtheend
ofhislife.Ifhe waspursuingadelusion,sowerewe.
Herehe wasin thehospital,partiallyparalyzedfrom a
cancerthathadspreadthroughouthisbody.Thechances
thathecouldreturntoanythinglikethelifehehadevena
few weeks earlier were zero. But admitting this and
helpinghimcopewithitseemedbeyondus.Weoffered
noacknowledgmentorcomfortorguidance.Wejusthad
another treatment he couldundergo. Maybe something
very good would result.


We did little better than Ivan Ilyich’s primitive
nineteenth-century doctors—worse, actually, given the
new forms of physical torture we’d inflicted on our
patient.Itisenough tomakeyouwonder,whoarethe
primitive ones.

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