Synopsis
Sisters Jeanne and Eileen Fitzpatrick, one a medical doctor and one an attorney, share stories ranging from heartbreaking to uplifting of deaths and attendant legal battles they have witnessed in their work. Based on insights gained through these experiences, they have envisioned and structured a Compassion Protocol, a better way of dying.
The Compassion Protocol is designed as a means of allowing individuals to maintain control of the circumstances of their last days and choose a natural death. While primarily targeted toward the mentally competent elderly, the terminally ill, and those facing the irreversible deterioration of Alzheimer's Disease, the plan can be arranged for future implementation by anyone at any stage of life. The foundational premise of this protocol is that every person has the right to choose a natural death, by refusing or discontinuing interventive measures which circumvent potential "exit events," such as cardiac arrest, stroke, or infection, opting instead for comfort care only.
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The Compassion Protocol does NOT in any way promote or suggest assisted/enabled suicide; its intent is simply to allow death to occur naturally sooner rather than later, opting out of "heroic measures" which often only prolong existence and multiply expense without restoring any quality of life. The book includes much thoughtful discussion, as well as structured reflection exercises to help readers understand their options and make informed decisions.
I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read; books have always been the lenses through which I view the world. The Book, the Word, the Light, brings into being my very faculty of sight. Some books are corrective glasses, clearing up distortions and bringing into focus all things needful for me to see. Others are binoculars, extending my field of vision to identify far off things of which I would otherwise have only blurry glimpses. Certain books are microscopes, showing me minute particulars which despite their seeming smallness are of vital significance. Still others are telescopes, directing my gaze past this finite world to wonders of the great Beyond. Some books are windows, letting light and air into the rooms in which I am too apt to shut myself up. And some are mirrors, holding up before me the honest reflection of my true self which I would not otherwise see.
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