Maintaining control of when and how they die is an important desire for those who wish to avoid burdening loved ones at the end of their lives.
When Jerald Gale experienced sudden cardiac arrest, he would have died if not for co-workers' swift action. More CPR training and more widely available defibrillators could save many more lives.
A knee replacement and a new pacemaker don't mean the columnist has stopped wanting to afflict the comfortable and comfort the afflicted.
As I begin this column, it is Wednesday afternoon, Aug. 22. I have been alive 20,873 days, if my math is correct, and I hope to add to the tally.
A bioethics conference will focus on spiritual practices about dying, including whether the body is a temple ¿ or a prison.
Sandy Wester's husband, Donnie, had bladder cancer and had asked her to shoot him, begging repeatedly to die. She hopes California reconsiders a compassionate death law.
Bill Bentinck, 87, felt he had made a difficult but compassionate choice in honoring his terminally ill wife's last wish to disconnect her oxygen supply. Police saw it differently, and so his ordeal began.
My dad never called a tow truck. That would have cost too much.
The hospice nurse said on Tuesday that my father could be gone within 24 hours. It was no surprise. He'd been bedridden for days, and on the list of 10 signs that death is near, he had six or seven.
A man kills his terminally ill wife. Maybe he ended her pain, but he hasn't found peace for himself.
Taboos shouldn't prevent us from having important conversations about end-of-life issues to spare loved ones the trauma of making difficult decisions alone.
Colleen Kegg knows this: When she can no longer feed herself or go to the bathroom without assistance, she will take steps to end her life.
"I could show you case after case," said Dr. Neil S. Wenger. "I could bet you million-to-1 odds these patients would not want to be in this situation."
The day after hip surgery, my father asked me to bring him a frozen coffee and something sweet the next morning. I returned to the hospital with a Frappuccino and a doughnut, one or both of which nearly killed him.
The cancer that started 11 years ago has now ravaged the body of Freddie Ramos. It attacked a kidney first, then a lung, and the 57-year-old family man knows that death waits in the near distance.
Gene Dorio, an old-school practitioner in Santa Clarita, insists families — and physicians — have honest discussions about end-of-life issues with those in failing health. Too often difficult conversations are put off.
Last time I wrote about my dad, he’d taken a fall in his bedroom, couldn’t get up, but didn’t want yet another ride in an ambulance. So my mother got down on the floor with him and went to sleep.
Life is more than arthritis, blood pressure and pills at the 70th reunion of the Manual Arts Class of ’41, the last to graduate before WWII.
Hedda Bolgar, who fled Europe when Hitler entered Austria, says there’s still much she hopes to accomplish. “I'm too busy to die. ”
Polly Berger, 86, wants to be with her family in full form, not some diminished state. And never as a burden. “You can't dance at every wedding,” Berger said.