Dartmouth ethics professor Ronald Green recently wrote an
article for CNN in which he opined that it was courageous for Brittany Maynard,
the 29 year-old woman suffering from terminal brain cancer, to end her life
through physician-assisted suicide. His argument
was more broadly in service of legalizing assisted suicide and he contended
that
[P]eople who are facing the end of life and those suffering from grievous and irreversible pain should be free to end their life. This is a simple expression of respect for human freedom, autonomy and dignity, and it is also an expression of compassion to allow them to do it.
This is a very succinct way of putting a primary argument
used by proponents of legalized assisted suicide, and that argument is often
couched in terms of compassion, dignity, and even courage.
The assumption behind the assisted suicide argument is that
at least some people find suffering to be undesirable and even valueless and
therefore they should be have the legal means to alleviate that suffering. In the case of terminal
illness, like cancer, that suffering is—as Prof. Green puts
it—“irreversible.” The only way to
alleviate the pain and suffering caused by terminal cancer is, of course,
death. If, the argument goes, some people
therefore desire to avoid such suffering by a painless death at the hands of a
physician before the onset of physical pain due to that cancer, then why
shouldn’t they be allowed to?
Suffering is a stark reality in the human experience and
therefore it cannot be nuanced or ignored. It hits you hard in the face and demands a lot.
Ultimately, suffering is really worth something, it really means
something, or it means nothing. If it means nothing, then you can either endure
it or you can get rid of it, and in the case of irreversible suffering, like
terminal brain cancer, getting rid of it means dying.
The assisted suicide argument is usually confined to
instances of serious terminal illness.
So far, at least in the United States, it is those who are close to
death and faced with deep and painful physical suffering who attract the
strongest argument for legalized assisted suicide. In other countries, “irreversible suffering”
can take on a broader meaning. Last
year, twin brothers in Belgium who were born deaf used assisted suicide to die
together after finding out that they would soon go blind. The reason, says Britain’s Daily Mail, is
that “they were unable to bear the thought of never seeing one another again.” This year an elderly Belgian couple were euthanized together because they were concerned about being left alone and widowed in the likely event that one died before the other. So they pre-empted it all by dying together by assisted suicide.
Let’s be clear: the potential suffering that the brothers and the elderly couple and
the brothers from Belgium were facing would have been real, powerful, and
difficult. Likewise, the pain and
suffering that death by terminal brain cancer would have caused to Brittany
Maynard—and also to her loved ones watching her go through it—would also have
been real.
But why does suffering make some believe that life with suffering isn't worth living? Why
do we run so easily from pain? Last year
the New York Times reported that between 1999 and 2010 the suicide rate for
middle-aged Americans rose dramatically, to a point where suicides claimed the
lives of nearly the same number of middle-aged Americans as car accidents. These suicides are probably more
violent than the physician-assisted variety, but they are an identical response
to pain and suffering. When confronted
with what feels like a burden that can not possibly be carried, a lot of people
look for the nearest exit, and that sometimes is death.
Most of the time, though, people find the supposedly sweet escape in
alcohol or drugs or shopping or women or whatever else does the job, and surely these are less serious and
less dramatic escapes than suicide. But
the underlying reality remains, and it is likely one of the most significant
issues facing contemporary western culture: we don’t believe in the cross any
more, and therefore we don’t much want it, either.
At the heart of the Christian life is the appreciation of
suffering as something to be redeemed instead of avoided. Pain isn’t something you run from, it is
something you grow from, and the only way to do that is through Calvary’s
cross, all bloody and splintered and rough.
We follow a crucified Christ, and that necessarily means following him
through the streets of Jerusalem with the cross on our aching backs and then up
to Golgotha and finally atop the cross.
I was not yet a Christian when I visited Jerusalem years
ago. I remember standing at the foot of
the Via Dolorosa in Jerusalem’s Old City, which, in Latin means “Way of
Suffering.” I thought nothing of it, of
course, other than that it was one more quaintly ancient historical marker in a
quaintly ancient and historical city.
But the reality was that I was standing not only at the foot of where
Christ began his journey of pain to Calvary, but it was the beginning of my own
journey through life, indeed, every human being’s journey through
life. Because we all suffer. Whether from blindness or cancer or grief or
one more of the many forms of suffering that a person can experience.
But that isn’t the end of the story, because we also follow
a risen Christ. This is where we move
beyond our suffering and into the heavenly embrace of God Himself. But we don’t get to this point without first
taking that long, bitter trek up Calvary and onto the cross. There is no shortcut. Neither drugs nor pornography
will get us to where we're trying to go. Death won't necessarily do it, either. Those are shortcuts that promise a path
around and beyond the cross, and yet they lead only back to a steeper and
bloodier cross.
Suffering is what it means to be a human being and, yes, it takes
courage. I can only pray for Brittany
Maynard and everyone else who chooses death and turns away from the cross that
leads to glory. Surely that decision was
agonizing and difficult to make, but it wasn’t courageous. Indeed, it wasn't even really human.