William Cass’s short story, “Gentle Breezes” (Fall 2019 Intima) captured so much complexity in so few words. Casting us into the end stages of the long-term caring done by divorced parents for their severely and chronically ill son, we look back to imagine their twenty years of struggle and their increasing heartbreak as debility encroaches more and more on his quality of life.
Finally, as their son appears to lose nearly all of his abilities to interact with his environment, they meet on a park bench and agree to change their custodial Advanced Care Directive for him to “Do not Resuscitate.” As they sign the papers, the poignant counterpoint to their moment of surrender is a young couple with a newborn strolling by in the park, glowing with new-parent joy and “full of anxious delight and hope” as Cass puts it—for a life yet to unfold.
In my poem in the same Fall 2019 issue, “Veterinary Lessons,” I consider the physical intimacies of palliative care for my rabbit, of providing daily fluid therapy, and the wish that the peaceful end of suffering I know her veterinarian can deliver “when the time comes” would also, someday, be available to me if I too became, like the son in Cass’s story, just a sliver of myself.
Of course, a desire for the availability of assisted suicide in the face of incurable, painful illness, is different than the burden of ending treatment for another—not our self—and different still across species. We have the option to choose euthanasia for a pet, and when we make that choice we do so out of love for our animals, although that doesn’t lessen our grief. The veterinarians know what a struggle this decision is and counsel us to consider “quality of life” in making this choice. They even provide scales for us to use to assess this life, to note activities and pleasures our sick pet still enjoys. How much “quality” is still “enough”? And enough for whom? Many veterinarians fear the client who will “never let go,” subjecting their terminally ill pet to every imaginable treatment no matter how unlikely a cure.
Many physicians too, I imagine, struggle with this issue because for humans we don’t have the transferable concept of actively choosing “a good death” that is available to veterinarians. The closest we come is the “Do Not Resuscitate” order to allow natural processes to take their course without further intervention. The ethical and political quandries of negotiating end-of-life decisions with and for humans are daunting—legally, ethically, and culturally complex. But as we become more and more able to extend human life through dramatic medical interventions, how can we also grapple with the “quality of life” issue in a rigorously ethical way that begins to approach the question of “suffering’s generous end,” as I put it in my poem? Are there “veterinary lessons” worth studying?
Jane Desmond is a poet and scholar who writes about the intersections between veterinary medicine and human medicine, as well as our relations with non-human animals. A Professor of Anthropology at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, she also holds an affiliate faculty appointment at the College of Veterinary Medicine, and is the author of several academic books, including “Displaying Death and Animating Life “ (U. of Chicago Press, 2016). Her poetry has appeared in Persimmon Tree in the U.S. and in Words for the Wild in the U.K.
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