Hope I Die Before I get Old

Mary Riddell doesn\’t seem to quite grasp the point here:

In an era of wonders, 90 people in the care of Maidstone and Tunbridge Wells NHS Trust died from Clostridium difficile between 2004 and last year.

Many of the elderly victims were forced to lie, ignored and stripped of dignity, in diarrhoea-soiled sheets on wards that would shame a Crimean battlefield, let alone a country whose health service is fancifully supposed to be the envy of the world.

Here\’s another everyday story of how lives end. It\’s about a woman I know who is approaching her 100th birthday in this annus mirabilis. Her daughters, who live far away, discover she is being drugged at her care home to keep her quiet. It takes them six months of bureaucracy and rage before a place in another home is promised, in due course. In the meantime, their fragile and demented mother is threatened with eviction. Two weeks from now, she could be on the streets.

This is because we have handed these important tasks over to the State, which, as ever, organises such responsibilities for the benefit of said State, not the individual entrusted, however stupidly, to its care.

Her solution however is worse: euthanasia. And there was I thinking that The Observer was a liberal newspaper.

It appears that the correct solution to caring for the sick, the elderly, the mad and the demented, is to kill them.

Most liberal.

1 thought on “Hope I Die Before I get Old”

  1. Gosh, those poor daughters. Six months of fighting bureaucracy to avoid having to care for their own mother.

    Oh, but they live far away, so that’s all right then.

    Why are some choices allowed, but not others?

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