What sort of country do we live in? What sort of deities do our doctors worship?
Less than a week after the Irish Medical Organisation voted down a proposal to permit abortion in cases where a woman is carrying a child with a fatal abnormality, we learn that Savita Halappanavar was allowed to die in misery and yet we have no idea why such an appalling ordeal was inflicted on this poor woman.
The child had no hope of living, and yet, for reasons as yet undisclosed, Savita was forced to endure two tortures.
The first torture was her knowledge that the baby had no hope of survival. Savita, as a highly-qualified health professional — perhaps better qualified than many of those attending her — knew this fact full well. Any mother in such circumstances knows the depths of despair, and Savita experienced a disaster worse than anyone involved in this shocking case, apart from her kind and decent husband, Praveen Halappanavar, a good and dignified man who tells only the truth.
The second torture was physical. Savita was allowed to die slowly, in great pain, for fear the already-doomed child might somehow, miraculously, survive.
Isn’t it a wonderful thing to live in the most principled country the world has ever known? Isn’t it a great comfort to know that we have the most principled (and the best-paid) doctors in the whole world?
What is it about Ireland that makes our doctors so much better than the rest of the world, so much wiser, so much more principled that our local best practice trumps the best practice of every other country in the entire world?
Aren’t our doctors great? Aren’t we lucky to have the best doctors in the world and shouldn’t we be grateful to be paying them more than any other doctors anywhere in the entire world?
What on earth am I doing questioning their wisdom?