— Here’s what I learned from her.
For those with a terminal diagnosis, it’s getting easier to control death, but the process remains complex
I first learned about “medical aid in dying” last spring when my sister, Julie, who suffered from advanced ovarian cancer, chose to end her life — in accordance with New Jersey law — after all realistic treatments had been exhausted and the pain medicines prescribed could no longer alleviate her suffering. At that time I didn’t know anyone else who had taken this step. While Julie’s hospice social worker provided answers to our questions, there was much I didn’t know about medical aid in dying at the time she died at age 61, much that I wish I’d understood better.
After Julie’s death, Lynda Shannon Bluestein, 76, became one of my teachers. The married mother of two also suffered from late-stage ovarian — and fallopian — cancer.
In a series of conversations last fall Bluestein told me she had wanted to plan for medical aid in dying when her condition worsened, but medical aid in dying, or MAID, is not legal in her home state of Connecticut. However, it was legal in nearby Vermont, but barred to nonresidents. Last year Bluestein sued the state to eliminate the residency requirement, which put her on front pages throughout New England.
Last March, when her chemotherapy regimen become too much to bear, she stopped treatment and began hospice care. By May she’d won her court case and the right to utilize Vermont’s medical aid in dying procedures
Like others who want to use life-ending medications, Bluestein had to follow a carefully prescribed process, which begins with a terminal diagnosis. Following Vermont’s MAID law, known as Act 39, Bluestein made two verbal requests to her attending doctor, at least 15 days apart, then made a written request signed by two witnesses who were 18 or older.
As she told me, “My two witnesses had no interest in my estate and no influence on my life [and] they weren’t related to me in any way.” (This ended up later sparking a journalism controversy when it turned out one of the witnesses was a columnist from the Boston Globe, who had been writing about Bluestein.) As a final step, a second physician reconfirmed that she met all the qualifying criteria.
By October, when we first spoke, Bluestein had met all the requirements. And so Diana Barnard, a Vermont family medicine doctor who is board certified in hospice and palliative care, called in the prescription for the mix of sedatives and barbiturates to the one pharmacy in the state that dispenses them. They would be held there until Bluestein needed them and would cost her $700 out of pocket, since Medicare, her insurance provider, does not provide coverage.
I spoke with Barnard about what happens during the procedure. “It’s harder to hasten a death than you might imagine,” she said. Five powerful medications are currently used, including diazepam, digoxin, morphine sulfate, amitriptyline, and phenobarbital. Death usually comes within 90 to 120 minutes but can take longer, she explained.
Bluestein completely understood what would happen after she swallowed the lethal mix of medicines. When we last spoke by phone, she told me she worried that if she waited too long, she’d be unable to ingest the drugs or would throw them up. When it became clear over the year end holidays that her health was deteriorating rapidly, she chose her date.
On Jan. 3, she and husband, Paul, drove to a private hospice facility that provides “a safe and caring space” for patients to end their lives.
Barnard explained that when a patient is ready to take the meds, they, a relative or friend would mix the drugs with water or apple juice. It’s crucial to imbibe the entire potion within two minutes for the greatest efficacy, said Barnard. Within a couple of minutes, patients lose consciousness, she said, and “appear to be unaware and not experiencing external stimuli,” with just the heart and lungs still working. Then comes the waiting for the end.
The 2022 Oregon Death With Dignity annual summary reported rare complications such as difficulty swallowing and regurgitation, but Barnard said there are precautions that can prevent most of them. (Oregon is one of 10 states plus the District of Columbia that now allow MAID.)
For instance, Barnard makes sure her patients can swallow effectively and can drink the whole mixture at once (some people practice with a placebo or view a video enactment of how to take these drugs at bedside).
On the morning of Jan. 4, now in Vermont, Bluestein and her husband Paul got up early, he said, and after the rest of the family arrived, he gave her the premedication (which makes the patient calm and drowsy, though not too drowsy to take the next step). After 30 minutes, the hospice owner came in to mix up the life-ending cocktail. He asked her if she was ready, and according to Paul she replied, “I’m so happy I don’t have to suffer anymore.” She drank it all — quickly.
Bluestein was unconscious within five minutes, her husband said. “She looked like she had fallen asleep peacefully. … A lot of the pain that was in her face went away, and I was grateful.” She was pronounced dead by a hospice nurse after just 25 minutes.
A few weeks after Bluestein’s death, I asked Paul Bluestein about the pain she had endured. He replied in a text: “There are some things in life no one should have to see and one of them is watching someone you love in pain.” It was “intolerable” and “undescribable.”
During my last phone call with Bluestein, she made a point to say that making her plan “was extraordinarily difficult. You really have to want to do this a lot, have a fair amount of money, a lot of flexibility, and be very well connected to accomplish this.”
I understood exactly what she meant, as the same had been true for my sister, who, while suffering, had to arrange this last medical procedure.
For critics who fear that MAID could make it too easy for someone to take their own life, or to pressure someone else to take theirs, I offer Bluestein’s words, along with my sister’s experience.
It’s not an easy process, and requires deliberation and intent, and the sign-off from others. But it offers an end to much pain and suffering, and that is a gift to those like my sister and Lynda Bluestein.
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