Whatever... you watch a loved one in the final days of advanced cancer. You watch a person you loved, who lived with dignity and strength and courage, spend their last days shitting and vomiting and pissing all over themselves... you watch a loved one scream in agony day after day, because the morphine just isn't working anymore. You watch a loved one wither away to about 65 lbs, go blind, and have a massive stroke. You watch a loved one suffer for months on end. Then you can tell me that whether or not it is inhumane to allow them to die on their terms.
This has nothing to do with God. If a God existed, He wouldn't allow such pain and suffering. To Hell with God.
no one is arguing against pain medication.
That's because thanks to the Controlled Substances Act, doctors are afraid to administer enough pain medication to control serious pain, because of the risk of criminal prosecution.
That will be to hell with you, unless you stop the blasphemy. I can tell you from my experience there are miracles for those who see them, there are none for those who do not.
Thou shalt not kill.
Thats the will of God.
Ops4 God Bless America!
It happens that I never damned G-d for all the sh&t and misery at the time because at the time I didn't care if he existed or not. And at the time, when I recovered -- and I was determined to recover, I didn't thank Him. Again because I didn't care if He Was or Was Not.
Live and learn. Now I say "Thanks, G-d!"
Yet I could not, being a fiendishly honest person, now say "Thanks!", if my thank you included just the recovery, for a return to status quo ante (that is, the situation prior to my becoming sick) say when a thief steals your property and then later returns it deserves not thanks to the thief.
My thanks is for all of it. All the aggravation, sickness and misery, all the recovery, all as if together at once, so to speak.
No theif was Providence to so wreck and pain me, for in all that was some light of the spirit to be found, that has been over thirty years in the finding. Never should a person ask for such misery, or as your case, to see a loved dear person in such misery. Misery is misery! Yet, as long as some life exists it is never total, and has within some precious spark to be found by the hunter.
One's life is not one's own, you are only a bailee with a bailment. You life's primal duty is as custodian to that life vouchsafed to you, to hold more dear -- as is the rule in bailments -- then your own property.