I am a healthy 48 year old female. But this could all change tomorrow.
What if this does change tomorrow? Then what?
In my current state of health, I tend to view death, my death, in the abstract.
Today, I allow myself space to ponder my death. Where, when and how would I like to die if diagnosed with a terminal illness? Ideally, at home. But what if this were not an option. Where then?
As I allow my mind to wonder off leash, I envision a world where physician-assisted death is legalized. As my illness progresses, ravaging my body, claiming my quality of life, I am left to make a choice. My choice.
My thoughts keep circling around the word 'choice'. Choice: "the act of choosing ... the opportunity or power to choose ... to make a decision".
Where would I choose to die? The death oasis.
Several weeks ago I came across an article about 'patient hotels' in Denmark. We design around health. We design around pleasure. Why not design around death?
How would I reimagine the end-of-life experience? By designing around death. By constructing a death hotel, where physician-assisted dying would be accessible to those who would choose to end their lives on their terms, in a dignified, humane manner when their suffering becomes so intolerable, and their pain so immeasurable, when their quality of life is substantially diminished, or non-existent.
I am not an architect. But if I were, I would construct a building made of glass - glass walls and roof to allow light in, and to allow for unobstructed views of the lush green gardens surrounding the building. This is where I would choose to die. This is my death oasis ~The Oasis Centre for Compassionate Dying.
What is of paramount importance to me at my end-of-life is 'choice'. The right to choose where, when and how I die.