I don't feel like getting into an assisted suicide debate during finals time, so I will just state my reasoning to oppose it and be done with it:
The right to life and the right to die are incompatible. Having one corrodes the other.
I will explain: we try to posit that no one has the right to take away my life. All society is built on this norm, if you ask me. On this basis, not even *you* have a right to take away your life. This is because, when you create a society where you have a right to life, if you want it to be taken seriously, the society as a whole has to act to prevent death, including suicide.
That's the argument against suicide in general.
Now to assisted suicide more specifically. It's called a fallacy, but slippery slopes are not always fallacious if you ask me. In this case if assisted suicide is legalized you will see a galvanization of support over time for the idea of a right to die. Just as with, say, medicinal pot leading to recreational pot legalization, legal assisted suicide in cases of terminal illness with certified doctors agreeing etc. etc. could very conceivably lead one day to a movement pushing for the right to kill oneself legally anytime they please. Because of a "right to die."
This however would, as I am saying, corrode the right to life. With such a right (to die), it would be difficult to defend the right to life. For, in a society that allows human-induced, purposeful death, how can one prohibit death (which is what a right to life is - a prohibition of intentional death)?
You are almost certainly unmoved by this argument, but for me it is real. I am usually quite liberal about social freedoms, but this is an area I am not so liberal on. I sympathize with the plight of someone who is in grave pain. I don't mean to be callous to those people. Their plight is an issue I really haven't decided on. Because though their case to peacefully end their lives is compelling, the implications of doing so are extremely troubling. Pulling the plug on a brain dead patient is one thing. Imbibing barbituates after my chemo for pancreatic fails is another, because I am actually still alive in the interim. In pain perhaps, disabled perhaps, but alive all the same.
The secondary argument for me is that life is inherently valuable in that all value is derived from and predicated on the existence of life. A world empty of people would be empty of meaning, obviously. And the cares and triumphs of my own existence are finite to the extent that I have a finite life.
This means that even if my life is, in comparison to others' lives, abysmal, I am yet *alive*, which is a thing to celebrate of itself. You are likely to dismiss this idea as cerebral and small comfort for those in agony of terminal illness. Again, I do not mean to belittle their pitiable situation. And no, I have no experience of having a terminal illness.
But to the extent that our (or I guess my) meaning of life is predicated first and foremost and my own existence, existence itself is valuable. People who are born with debilitating illnesses but live on through the years are, to my mind, informal proof of this idea. They are often, I even hazard to say usually, glad they are alive and thankful. It is usually those who were once healthy and then lost their health and failed to cope that are not happy to live. Not that this is not understandable, I just think that it is worth trying to encourage a gratefulness to even be alive.
Now, because insensitivity is a great sin, I would never literally stand in the presence of a dying person and deny their request to die by saying "try to be grateful you are alive at all." This is obviously callous. But in my own self I have for a number of years been attempting to cultivate this mentality - upon the contingency of my own serious disability of terminal illness, I hope to find the strength to live on and through. There are a number of ways that such an existence can be conceived of as meaningful and worthwhile, if not traditionally "happy."
I am all too aware that many do not feel this way. I am not so presumptuous as to say that I or any other can convince them otherwise. Which is why I am not *vehemently* opposed to legal assisted suicide, but rather hesitant and vigilant.
The above is free thought and not intended to be an argument. I know the refutations, so no need to tell me. It is how I currently feel though. No amount of appeal to the ending the suffering of someone has managed so far to rid me of my own commitment to the idea of a right to life.
I was only able to move away from an anti-abortion position once I was convinced enough that a fetus is not conscious and in that sense not "morally" alive. With a conscious person at the end of their life, it is another matter entirely and I am in much the same philosophical position I have always been in.
Anyway. Like I said I can't really continue this discussion though I would love to at some other time.