Episode 84: Reddit's Darkest Confessions
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Why is Mary traveling to Switzerland to end her life and what conditions does she describe?
My name is Mary, and I'm ending my life at a clinic in Switzerland today. The piece that you're about to hear was written three weeks ago. I've been trapped for decades in a body that doesn't function the way that other bodies do, and I'm ready to finally be free. I have severe multiple chemical sensitivities, also known as MCS or environmental illness, which means my body reacts to the world around me in deeply painful, incredibly draining ways. Not only do perfumes and colognes cause unbearable respiratory, neurological, and skin reactions, But so do most detergents, fabric softeners, shampoos, deodorants, lotions, sunscreens, smoke, household cleaners, and so many other substances. I've been dealing with MCS now for 40 years.
It was mild in the beginning, but it's continued to escalate to the point where I'm now sensitive to almost everything. I can't take medicines, not even something as common as ibuprofen or Tylenol, without a reaction, so pain management is very difficult for me. I also have fibromyalgia, which is another illness that many people don't know anything about, and many others don't even believe it really exists. It does, and it's debilitating. I can barely use my hands and my muscles are weak. I experience pain at night, and it's difficult for me to catch any type of quality sleep. My issue with my muscles has been going on for almost 40 years. I used to be very active. I loved playing sports like tennis when I was younger.
And all of a sudden in my early twenties, I was unable to hold a racket anymore. I tried to pick up a ball and hit it and I physically couldn't. Because of both of these conditions, I've been unable to leave my home or lead anything close to resembling a normal life. I can't even hug the people that I love anymore. And that hurts so much because I'm a hugger. I love expressing my love and I just can't. I don't feel like I'm a part of this world anymore. It's difficult to put into words the misery that I've suffered, but I've tried to make the best of my situation. For many years, I hoped doctors might discover something that would give me some relief, but up to this day, they haven't. There's really nothing out there for someone who can't take medicine.
Last summer, I was diagnosed with breast cancer, which has metastasized to my lymph nodes. I told my doctors, I don't want any treatment. I knew undergoing anesthesia for surgery could kill me and if I didn't die on the operating table, I could end up even sicker and in more pain than I already am. I knew I couldn't tolerate chemotherapy, which my doctors recommended, along with surgery, so there wasn't a path forward for me. I know I wanted to end my life within seconds of learning that I have breast cancer. I said, thank God, I can go now, because I knew that in order to qualify for death with dignity, or what is otherwise known as medical aid in dying in the United States, you must have a terminal illness.
Suddenly, I was in a position where I could finally stop struggling and go in a peaceful manner, or at least I thought I could. I thought someone may have given me a golden ticket. My surgeon said that he respected my choice, but my oncologist was not receptive to the plan. She wanted me to see someone for depression. I told her that the depression I have is from suffering all the time. That's what's causing it. When I asked her nurse for my records, I was told my oncologist doesn't support my decision. But it's not her decision. It's mine. I began researching options in the United States and discovered not only is there a lot of legal red tape about who qualifies, and for what it's worth, I wouldn't at this point because I'd have to wait until my body was eaten up by the cancer, and since I can't take pain medications, to get to that point would be literal torture.
But you're also required to take the end-of-life drugs orally, which I know I can't do. I'd throw up anything I take so it just wouldn't work. I kept researching, and I found a non-profit clinic in Switzerland that administers the drugs intravenously.
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