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278 pages, Paperback
First published January 25, 1994
Man visits his doctor. Doctor says “I’ve got some bad news, and I’m afraid I’ve got some even worse news.” Guy says “Okay, I’ll have the even worse news first.” Doctor says “Okay, you have terminal cancer. The other news is that you also have Alzheimer’s.” Guy takes a deep breath and says “Okay – well, at least I haven’t got terminal cancer.”
Every medical specialist must admit that he has at times convinced patients to undergo diagnostic or therapeutic measures at a point in illness so far beyond reason that The Riddle might better have remained unsolved. Too often near the end, were the doctor able to see deeply within himself, he might recognize that his decisions and advice are motivated by his inability to give up The Riddle and admit defeat as long as there is any chance of solving it. Though he be kind and considerate of the patient he treats, he allows himself to push his kindness aside because the seduction of The Riddle is so strong and the failure to solve it renders him so weak.
We can only give people the hope they will not die alone if we are totally honest with them about what is happening to their bodies. If a physician from the very beginning of a patient's downhill course allows that patient to become a partner in the knowledge of what is going on, there is no sudden moment when he has to say, 'well, there is nothing more we can do"; there is no sudden moment when she has to turn to a family and say, 'shall I tell this patient?'
Todos queremos saber cómo es la muerte, aunque pocos estén dispuestos a admitirlo.
Rara vez he visto mucha dignidad en el proceso de morir.
La puerta se abrió y Dave entró precipitadamente en la habitación. Con una mirada captó toda la escena y la comprendió. Mis hombros se estremecían y mi llanto era ya descontrolado. Bordeando la cama se dirigió a donde yo estaba y, entonces, como si fuésemos actores de una vieja película de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, me pasó el brazo por el hombro y me dijo muy suavemente: «Está bien, muchacho, está bien. Has hecho todo lo que has podido.»
En un libro titulado Merchant and Fnar, el historiador del siglo XIX Sir A. Palgrave escribía: «En la primera pulsación, cuando las fibras se estremecen y los órganos cobran vida, está el germen de la muerte. Antes de que nuestros miembros cobren forma, está cavada la estrecha tumba en la que serán sepultados». Empezamos a morir con el primer acto de vida.