I did, and it resulted in the first official King of States! Dander-Raising of 2014. Huzzah!
Note: I don’t read Lisa’s blog. Apparently, there are inaccuracies in how Keller characterizes her approach to blogging and in some facts about her, like how many kids she has. This post has nothing to do with his shoddy journalism; it pertains only to his general, “Please TRY to be a human being”-level grossness, which is in evidence whether or not you’ve ever heard of Lisa Adams.
Here’s the crux of Keller’s piece:
In October 2012 I wrote about my father-in-law’s death from cancer in a British hospital. There, more routinely than in the United States, patients are offered the option of being unplugged from everything except pain killers and allowed to slip peacefully from life. His death seemed to me a humane and honorable alternative to the frantic medical trench warfare that often makes an expensive misery of death in America.
Among doctors here, there is a growing appreciation of palliative care that favors the quality of the remaining life rather than endless “heroic measures” that may or may not prolong life but assure the final days are clamorous, tense and painful. (And they often leave survivors bankrupt.) What Britain and other countries know, and my country is learning, is that every cancer need not be Verdun, a war of attrition waged regardless of the cost or the casualties. It seemed to me, and still does, that there is something enviable about going gently.
Read the entire piece if you must; I can wait.
Now, I’m wondering if the Times pays by the word, because I could write the same column much more succinctly, while still managing to impugn an ill woman and the Sloan-Kettering Memorial Cancer center at an equivalent level:
There is a right way and wrong way to have cancer.
There is a right way and a wrong way to die.
Death should be noble (rich men) or tragic (poor men), not mouthy (women).
We never should have told women about the internet, because of their tendency to be mouthy.
If you have better-than-average healthcare, be ashamed. Also, shut up: poor people might hear, and agitate for better healthcare, and then we’d lose out on all the valuable life lessons gleaned from their tragic deaths.
Also, fuck you, therapy dogs. Get a real job, like pulling a sled or hunting foxes.
(Note also that his wife, also a writer, besmirched the SAME WOMAN in another article in The Guardian, which has now been taken down. Keller family, what has Lisa Adams done to you? Did she burn your house down, or kill your pet cat? Because you seem to have a fixation.)
If Twitter had been around when I’d had chemo, I would have tweeted every goddamned detail. I would have Instagrammed the shit out of each treatment and scar. There’s no reason to tell any person how they get to deal with an illness, and there’s no need to continue shielding people from the brutal horror that is modern cancer treatment.
Which makes it even more of a shame that this column spends its inches mischaracterizing and belittling one woman’s choices, instead of digging into the very real questions of how the medical establishment frames cancer treatment.