I want all the help I can get when it’s my time to die.
Old age is not nearly as old as many of us like to think. Geriatric medicine begins at the age of 65. Globally about 43% of the population makes it to age 70. This means roughly 57% of us do not.
From what I have observed, life does not get better with age once we hit our sixth decade. For starters, nearly 95% of people 60 and older have at least one chronic health condition. 80% of us have two or more. I have four. Even without health issues, most of us don't have enough financial resources and support to live comfortably into very old age. As those we love die or become increasingly disabled; as we spend more time managing, repairing and replacing our aging parts; as we prop ourselves up through pain; weakness; loss of hearing; fading vision and broken teeth; as we burn through our money and assets; as options and opportunities associated with everything we love shrink, so does the joy of living.
This is a story about a seventy-four year old woman who chose assisted dying at a clinic in Switzerland. According to her daughter, who wrote the story, she was not a good mother. Possibly her most selfless act was to choose assisted dying when she decided she no longer wanted to live. I have read many stories about assisted dying, this is one of the best, penned by Evelyn Jouvenet (an apparent pseudonym) for New York Magazine. There’s an excellent audio version leading into the story which I chose to listen to.
The clinic referenced in the above story is Pegasos. The clinic I know the most about is Dignitas. Apparently there is also Lifecircle. For those who would like help with the paperwork, Exit International, started in Australia, assists people with the application process. Pegasos says they have native English speakers on staff, separating them from other assisted dying clinics. A good selling point for English speakers.
One would need around $20 - $25K in 2024 to cover flights, hotels, the actual procedure, cremation, etc. To do it in grand style, as I would hope to do, decidedly more. The clinics like you to bring your own witness. I would have no problem accompanying anyone in my orbit who made this choice. When the time comes, I may make this choice for myself. I appreciate the tidiness of it. No muss, no fuss. Likely as good a death as one could hope to achieve. Better than most.
Apparently the terms old, elderly and senior irritate so many old people that the media has taken to calling us ‘older adults’. This strikes me as ridiculous. Old is honest. It literally means to have lived a long time. It’s an achievement to no longer be young.
Several years ago The Atlantic published an excellent essay on this topic. It's titled, 'When Does Somebody Become Old'? Of all the people I know in their sixties and beyond, I can only think of two others who, like me, are comfortable calling themselves old. One just turned sixty-nine and the other is my 95 year old dad.