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Dec. 28, 1992: An Appointment with Dr. Death
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
Dec. 28, 1992 What Does Science Tell Us About God?
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
ETHICS, Page 36
An Appointment with Dr. Death
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<p> Since the night he was shot in the back, Gary has come to
know a great many doctors. The surgeons could not get all the
pieces of the bullet out of his spine. The neurologists could not
reverse the paralysis, which locked his body in place from the
neck down. The pain specialists, chiropractors and acupuncturists
could not relieve the agony. If you were to go into the
intensive-care unit and take the sickest patient you could find
who was dying, that was my condition. Anything that could go
wrong did. I was in constant pain most of the time.
</p>
<p> When he finally came home after nine months in the
hospital, his social worker was at a loss to restore peace to
the one part of his body that still worked perfectly: the brain
trapped in the body lodged in the wheelchair. I require total
care. I can't feed myself, I can't drive, I can't dress myself,
I can't go to the bathroom by myself. I need someone to brush my
teeth for me. I need someone to get me out of bed. I need
someone to open the mail for me. I am always in some degree of
pain or discomfort.
</p>
<p> Gary had worked as a crisis counselor, but that expertise
was more a source of irony than comfort. He had lived an active
Los Angeles life, liked running, was looking forward to
settling down. I was ready to find someone and fall in love. All
the pieces in my life were in place. All the pieces had now
fallen apart, and no amount of psychotherapy could stick him
back together again. Realistically, there is no cure, and this
type of life is not acceptable to me.
</p>
<p> So after five years of fighting, Gary went looking for one
more doctor, the one he had heard about on television and read
about in the papers. He followed the case of Janet Adkins and
supported both her decision and Dr. Kevorkian's role. Last
April, when he finally reached Kevorkian, they spoke very
briefly. Kevorkian asked that he write a letter explaining his
situation, which Gary did, very, very slowly. I'm able on a
computer with one hand and arm to touch one button at a time.
I wrote the letter and addressed it. He wrote back to me. He was
very sympathetic and felt a genuine sorrow for what had happened
to me.
</p>
<p> In his letter to Gary, Kevorkian outlined the conditions
of his "service." "First, I can help patients only in
southeastern Michigan; and you have already stated willingness
to travel. Second, the service cannot be performed in any rented
facility because of potential legal difficulties. I'm sure you
can understand the reason for this. Therefore, I must ask if you
have any relative or friends in this area who could make a
privately-owned domicile available for your use." He asked for
Gary's medical history and for permission to contact his doctor.
"I sympathize with your sad situation and wish that
circumstances were such that the above obstacles would never be
a factor in helping people like you. Best wishes, Jack
Kevorkian, M.D."
</p>
<p> Over the next weeks they stayed in touch, as Kevorkian
helped Gary find a private home to die in. He explained that the
Michigan state legislature was moving fast to ban
physician-assisted suicide. Gary speeded up his planning, had
a psychiatric evaluation and assembled a meeting with family
members and their minister to talk through his decision. He had
attended a Unitarian church growing up, but has since drifted
away from faith. When I think about dying, there's a preparation
I have to go through. I've always had a sense that there's an
afterlife. When we leave, I believe that we're going somewhere
else. We leave behind a body, but a spirit moves on.
</p>
<p> Late last month Kevorkian called again. I think his words
were something to the effect, "We have to wrap this up. How
soon can you be here?" I thought for about 10 or 15 seconds and
I said, "One week." Kevorkian assured him that there was still
time, that the law would not take effect until next April and
that Gary could change his mind. Kevorkian has said he has no
intention of obeying the law anyway. Gary meanwhile is taking
things day by day. We have now completed everything that Jack
asked us to do. They're going to shut him down April 1, and I'm
going to be one of the lifeboats off the Titanic. I'm thinking
somewhere between January and March. It could be sooner. The
luxury of having more time is gone.
</p>
<p> I look at my situation like a war. If you take it from the
beginning, there were a lot of battles. Some of them I won. In
the final analysis, I may not win this war. But I fought back
hard. I don't want to die, but I don't want to live like this.
</p>
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