For a moment it seems like they might have sailed out of these complicated waters, but then Mobius lobs that topic in there, and Stephen stares at him. He can see exactly where this is headed and it has the feeling of a trap laid out for him, a cardboard box and string baited with a discussion on medical ethics,
but he is too interested in medical ethics, so. He sees the trap, acknowledges it, and then chooses to walk right into it.
“It’s complicated,” is his first answer. “Doctors swear an oath to do no harm, but we also don’t want to unnecessarily prolong someone’s suffering, either. That, too, could be considered harm.”
And Stephen had had to adjust those morals after becoming a sorcerer, as much as it pained him: killing enemies for the first time, focusing on the big picture at the Ancient One’s brutally pragmatic side, trading one set of ethics for a more malleable one, and even so it’s still a work-in-progress. His mouth thins.
“What you’re talking about. There’s this thing called a a DNR, a ‘Do Not Resuscitate’ order, to not restart someone’s heart if it stops. To allow what they call natural death. Typically used if the patient’s going to be left in a vegetative state or coma, or with an otherwise low quality of life if you resuscitate them.”
As a surgeon, even he had callously refused cases that were lost causes — but then, hypocritically, would probably move mountains if it were someone he loved. Where do you draw the line? He’s working through it aloud even as they speak, trying to figure out where he lands on this:
“And then more directly, there’s assisted suicide, usually if someone’s been diagnosed with a terminal illness and wants to go out on their own terms. A physician providing them with poison to drink, essentially. It’s still hotly-debated where I’m from; only legal in a few jurisdictions, and not where I practiced, so I’ve never come across it. I can see the value if they’re truly terminal, if they only have six months left to live and their life’s going to be miserable in the meantime. But even so, there’s still the question: how much of it is undiagnosed clinical depression, how much of it is societal pressure and not wanting to be a burden on their loved ones, and sometimes patients with terminal diagnoses last much longer than they expect— and then with surgeries with risks of complications, you don’t always know if they’ll pull through fine, and you should have tried after all. It’s complicated and there’s no clear obligation. It’s a balance.”
You’ve really opened a can of worms, Mobius. Stephen sighs, crosses his arms; he’s managed to talk a lot about it but not actually commit to saying where he stands. And there’s the philosophical angle, but then there’s also the directly practical one: “Mobius. Are you asking because you’d like to die if you were grievously wounded?”
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but he is too interested in medical ethics, so. He sees the trap, acknowledges it, and then chooses to walk right into it.
“It’s complicated,” is his first answer. “Doctors swear an oath to do no harm, but we also don’t want to unnecessarily prolong someone’s suffering, either. That, too, could be considered harm.”
And Stephen had had to adjust those morals after becoming a sorcerer, as much as it pained him: killing enemies for the first time, focusing on the big picture at the Ancient One’s brutally pragmatic side, trading one set of ethics for a more malleable one, and even so it’s still a work-in-progress. His mouth thins.
“What you’re talking about. There’s this thing called a a DNR, a ‘Do Not Resuscitate’ order, to not restart someone’s heart if it stops. To allow what they call natural death. Typically used if the patient’s going to be left in a vegetative state or coma, or with an otherwise low quality of life if you resuscitate them.”
As a surgeon, even he had callously refused cases that were lost causes — but then, hypocritically, would probably move mountains if it were someone he loved. Where do you draw the line? He’s working through it aloud even as they speak, trying to figure out where he lands on this:
“And then more directly, there’s assisted suicide, usually if someone’s been diagnosed with a terminal illness and wants to go out on their own terms. A physician providing them with poison to drink, essentially. It’s still hotly-debated where I’m from; only legal in a few jurisdictions, and not where I practiced, so I’ve never come across it. I can see the value if they’re truly terminal, if they only have six months left to live and their life’s going to be miserable in the meantime. But even so, there’s still the question: how much of it is undiagnosed clinical depression, how much of it is societal pressure and not wanting to be a burden on their loved ones, and sometimes patients with terminal diagnoses last much longer than they expect— and then with surgeries with risks of complications, you don’t always know if they’ll pull through fine, and you should have tried after all. It’s complicated and there’s no clear obligation. It’s a balance.”
You’ve really opened a can of worms, Mobius. Stephen sighs, crosses his arms; he’s managed to talk a lot about it but not actually commit to saying where he stands. And there’s the philosophical angle, but then there’s also the directly practical one: “Mobius. Are you asking because you’d like to die if you were grievously wounded?”