My beloved twin son, Nick, had the grave misfortune to be stricken down by a syndrome the world once called creeping paralysis, an unstoppable electrochemical imbalance that takes the essence of life away from human flesh and causes it to die on the bone. Lou Gehrig’s syndrome, an inescapable death sentence.
Nick was diagnosed in October of 1993 (after noted physical decline all year) and by May of 1994, when life had been reduced to torment and torture and he had nothing to look forward to except further decline Nick expressed a desire and a need to die. He wanted a doctor to look at his paralyzing terminal condition through his heart and mind, not through cold indifference and lack of mercy for the suffering he was forced to endure.
Would a doctor in Arizona help Nick Loving die so he would no longer have to suffer?
Such a question is punishable under the dictates of medical tyranny. Asking a doctor for help to die means you will be labeled a mentally unstable individual, subject to incarceration in a mental institution. The doctor has all the power and the dying have none.
Can you imagine your son begging you to end his life because a doctor would not help him?
Thank God Dr. Kevorkian responded to his plea for mercy. It took the burden off my shoulders and kept me from going to prison for assisting my son in his need to die fully and completely and, thus, end the torment and torture the syndrome caused him to suffer.
It was Friday, May 12, 1995, when my beloved son was granted his last wish. Before he left this world to take up life in the next, Dr. Kevorkian asked my son, at the end of an interview, if he had any last words for the world. My son, who could barely articulate due to the dead muscles in his throat, responded by saying,
“Yes, I would like to quote Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Free at last. Free at last. Thank God Almighty, I’m free at last.”