Oy, vey. Let's see if I can get this done before I have to run.
Pudgietheparrot
A so-called 'vegetable' to you WAS a beloved wife, husband, grandmother, grandfather to another.
Fixed. For one thing, you're confusing people like the late Terri Schiavo with sentient yet terminally ill people like your grandfather. For another, people who are "vegetables" (in a permanent vegetative state of some sort-- note well the word "permanent") are unlikely to recover. The only time hospital ethics committees ever consider ending someone's life by turning off a machine is in conditions where the person pretty much isn't there anymore. Legalized uthanasia would merely extend that to terminally ill patients who just don't want to go on anymore.
It shouldn't be up to any man to decide who will be "happy" or "more productive" than another. That's not very good territory to wade into, in my opinion.
It's usually not one person. That's why hospitals have ethics committees.
Who the heck are you to label certain human beings "vegetables" because some will not survive their illness?
It's not me, dear. Usually, it takes several doctors to make that sort of diagnosis-- several well-educated doctors who have the knowledge and training to make that kind of judgment call.
How about the love, devotion, and care many have in the mean time from their families and friends? There are many families like mine who have had terminally ill relatives who have not survived, but who have have been given comfort in the mean time and cherished memories for their family members for years to come. Am I to understand that people like this should have been left to die? There are many individuals who have been pronounced 'vegetables', 'beyond hope for recovery' by their doctors yet who have spent many more loving years with their families and no one would have thrown those years away for anything. These "vegetables" as you so bluntly put them, are still human beings and their life is still precious, and in many cases valued by their families.
It would be very selfish of anyone to keep someone alive and in pain well past their time simply because they want "memories". Sometimes, the best thing really is to let go. Obviously, it wasn't so in the case of your family members, but in some cases, yes.
Many if not most of these so-called "vegetables" are not all desperately suicidal either; a great deal of these people want to preserve the life they have left, even if it's only a few months, and spend it with their loved ones.
Again, you're confusing clinically brain dead people with people like your grandfather, who was sentient, alert, and didn't want to die. To the best of my knowledge, no one called your grandfather a vegetable.
Have you ever considered that you are possibly speaking out of ignorance? Have you ever spent any time with, or met any individual who is terminally ill? Really spoken to one, gotten to know one? If not, then I can't be expected to take your opinions very seriously. I've had personal experience with terminally ill people: my father and grandfather. Both passed away from diseases, both did not recover, and both needed to be helped to survive with modern technology. And yet, the time and memories I had with them were special and would not have been discarded for anything, and they wouldn't have thrown them away either! You will find the same sentiment with the vast majority of cases like this concerning terminally ill people not surviving. It's not always about the cold so-called 'common sense', but family ties and the sanctity of human life. I would rather have this type of "emotion" than have your kind of "common sense" any day of the week.
If we're strictly speaking "terminally ill" and not in a permanent vegetative state, I would say yes. My grandmother passed away about six years ago from an unholy combination of cancer, pneumonia, and simple old age. She was a holy terror to the people at the nursing home, complaining left, right, and center about everything, screaming at everyone. Some of the orderlies would literally shake as they approached her room. Whenever we showed up, she spent the better part of the time we were there saying how much she "wish the Lord would take me" and how miserable she was. This was NOT the same kindly woman who would serve me rice pudding and talk to me about my day after school. Those are bad memories that I really don't cherish.
As for people who are reduced to Terry Schiavo-status, I can't say I've met any of them. Even if I were in the room with one, I still couldn't say I've met them, because the real them died when they went into the state.
Take that as you will. I'm done here.