My patient invited me home and saw her death. When I arrived, I gave you a goose bump.

When I realized that I brought my wife Macneil as a farewell gift, I suddenly felt guilty and shame. Maybe it’s a flower or a teddy bear. It would have been a thoughtful gesture. After all, this will be our last farewell.

I was calling my home to see a 93 -year -old patient in Toronto’s elderly residence. We have combined in the last few years and felt more closely friendship than professional relationships.

We enjoyed jokes and talked about the beauty of life and all the wonderful places and beautiful people of our lovely planet. We also spent a lot of time about Nova Scotia where we all lived.

This will be our last visit. She tried to get it We have medical support for death that is called a maid in Canada.

When precious dogs or cats are old, sick, and suffering, “We put them down. The terms of technical terms are euthanasia and what comes from the Greek“ euthanasia ”literally means“ good death ”, and we want to be dignified because we do not want to suffer, and they want them to die dignified.

In 2016, the Canadian Council passed the federal law so that qualified adults could request medical support for death. Like our precious animal friends, it was decided to avoid pain and dignify dignity when there is no possibility of reasonably relieving the disease or condition or maintaining the quality of life.

The bill effectively acknowledged that death is part of life that is discussed and gently accepted at a time of death. It provides an option to ignore the concept of “the fury for the death of sound” as depicted in the famous Dylan Thomas’s famous “Don’t Soft in that Good Night.”

Mrs. Macneil was a proud and independent woman who wanted to control his body, health and life. It was her wish to escape this world. She was smart, competent and accurately understood the medical state.

Her health has been worsened by several breakdowns, including cancer and untreated diseases. She knew that her health would soon get worse. Sadly, she was particularly in a bad mood for more than a year, and it was impossible to sufficiently reduce pain. So she was enough. Her major doctors, friends and relatives, all of her medical service providers, supported the decision to be carefully and dignify their lives. After all, it was about her.

Mrs. Macneil said she lived a long and meaningful life. She traveled around the world. She made a lot of friends. She lived as much as possible. Her husband passed away a few years ago and had no children, but he had a nephew and nephew who loved her. She was not regretted at all and was ready to dismiss from fantastic trips on the earth. She clearly showed that she had the ability to make such a monumental decision.

When I saw her before, she sat down for a few seconds and asked me seriously.

How can you reject such a request?

I thought it was a great glory and privilege, but I wondered if someone would need to hold my hand. I was a little scared. I never attended such a situation because I was concerned about my own discomfort because of a certain problem. Perhaps because of the cowards. But Mrs. McNil was a special woman. Best of all, I wanted to respect her and make her happy.

When I went to the senior residence and relaxed in the sweet room of Mrs. Macneil, I took a deep breath. There, she was standing in the middle of the living room and wearing clothes perfectly. She was in her element. If you look too magnificent to see patients with the end of the disease, you will be given a goose bump. When she saw her coming in, a warm smile spread across her face and her eyes shined. I immediately realized that my participation in this momentary event was most appropriate.

Mrs. Macneil looked so happy. We hugged and she thanked you for being there. There were already other people in the room, including the intention of carrying out family and maid procedures. I introduced myself to each of them and reassured that everyone was composed and merciful. It definitely helped to calm my anxiety.

Mrs. Macneil joyfully told me that she received a gift from me, and she handed the souvenirs gently in Nova Scotia. It was a seagull dressed in a wooden rubber boot.

“I have had this for years!” She shouted. “I thought about it and I decided that I wanted to give this.”

When I accepted the seagull and hugged her another, I moved deeply. I felt another wave of guilt and shame for not bringing a farewell gift to her. Despite her thoughtful feelings, I accepted a gift with a chunky of the neck and always told her to keep it and always remember her.

When a maid prepared the drug, I wondered how Mrs. McNil felt at the last moment of life. She already had an intravenous line and I felt that she was nervous, excited and relieved at the same time.

Everyone gathered in the bedroom and finally lying in bed. There was calm. Did we prepare for what happened? I felt like a broad child full of wonder.

The maid process was thoroughly explained again. Then Mrs. Macneil was asked the last question. “Are you sure you want to solve this problem?

“Yes.” She answered clearly.

She was ready to make a decision.

I sat next to her and held hands. I saw her eyes.

I whispered in her ears.

I started singing the famous traditional song “NOVA Scotia” in our provinces.

The sun started from the west
The birds were singing in all trees.
All nature seemed to have a tendency to relax
But I still had no rest

Goodbye to Nova Scotia, a seabed coast.
Make your mountains dark and sulky
When I am far from the rough sea
Can you sigh or give me a wish?

She smiled slowly on Mrs. McNil’s face, and she kept her eyes to me all the time she was singing. I thought this was the best farewell gift I could give to her.

The drug was slowly introduced to her IV. She closed her eyes, and she still gently entered her lips with that lovely smile.

The room was quiet as everyone handled the sublime event that had just happened. I had to reach tissue to wipe my tears on my eyes. It felt strange but right.

There are many people who think that health care experts are wrong to play God. It decides who lives and dies. But such a situation can claim beyond “wrong” and “right”. It is to recognize individual autonomy. their Determination of what is suitable for you. “Right” or “wrong” depends on the perspective, and the most important point of view of human health and body is the perspective of a person who faces his death. It is a sacred point of view.

Mrs. Macneil harmonized with what happened in her body and what would happen to what would happen. She made an autonomous decision of a healthy mind. She knew her what she wanted and knew she didn’t want. In addition, she was able to feel tremendous satisfaction in reclaiming her body control, which was filled with aggressive and incomprehensible pain.

It was curious about my own exit in this world. Shall we fight against the death of light? How long? I hope to keep it comfortably. If it is impossible, will I decide to leave with my hands in my hands that leave my life? After seeing Macneil’s death, it is more comfortable for that idea.

As a result of the first experience of witnessing the maid, I was directly understood not only for a special woman’s wooden seagull, but also for another valuable gift, a good death.

Mrs. Macneil was surrounded by loved ones and had a dignified end. It was her decision. And it was a beautiful last farewell.

Note: Some names and details have been changed to protect the privacy of the individual mentioned in this essay.

Dr. HERAG HAMBOYAN grew up in Nova Skosha, Canada and is a medical officer of 20 senior houses in the Greater Toronto region. His main focus over the past 15 years is to care for medical complicated elderly patients, many of which are suffering from dementia. He is also passionate about providing a comfortable treatment with a long life.

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