There comes a point where no amount of medication will help the pain. What then?
I can't answer that. I doubt anyone could without experiencing it.
I will, however, recount a story I witnessed.
In police work one is called on for almost any situation that isn't involving a crime.
Many are situations we responded to because people simply didn't know who else to
call upon. (think about that)
One in particular involved a boy about 15 years old. His caretaker was his mother, no
father in the picture.
He was dying of leukemia and was in gross pain as his body fought not to shut down.
Sometimes he would roll or fall out of bed and was unable to get up. His mother couldn't
help him as she was disabled her self so she'd call police.
This often occurred in the evening and I worked as a detective on 2nd shift. It was customary
to send a plain clothes officer(s) so as not to attract attention.
We'd help the boy as best we could and noted that he had a pre-loaded syringe of
morphine at his bedside. His doc made house calls in hardship case and left a syringe
of morphine for the poor lad in case pain became worse in the night.
After some months of helping this lad from time to time we never noticed more that
ONE syringe.
Well he died as expected. I took the call as we investigated any unusual death.
(he was just 15) I knew the case but had to photograph the body a do a brief report.
I took special note as there were SIX empty syringes at his bedside and SIX
fresh needle marks.
I knew what had happened. The doc, having mercy, left six doses of morphine
on purpose, likely at the boys begging.
I disposed of the 5 syringes and never said a word about it to anyone.
Never talked to the doc.
I just understood.
I don't think that makes me a bad cop.
It simply makes me human.