Now that the grieving period has officially passed, there are still a few lingering questions about Brittany Maynard, the Oregon woman with brain cancer who supposedly exterminated herself with doctor-provided barbiturates on November 1st, and managed to do it while simultaneously posting on Facebook.
Considering the media circus that surrounded the green-eyed beauty, one would think her death would present an opportunity for her family, friends, and the rest of the civilized world to publicly mourn her untimely passing.
For some reason that is not the case.
Apparently Brittany pulled a fast one, because one day after announcing she was putting off suicide until further notice and before a stealthy reporter could snap a photo of a funeral home van exiting her driveway, Brittany’s body bag seemed to vanish into thin air.
Yet in the months prior to her suicide Ms. Maynard was everywhere.
Brittany showed up on a brittanyfund.org YouTube video, and graciously submitted to fawning CBS and CNN interviews. Between enduring massive doses of corticosteroids and plotting her own demise, Brittany made public service announcements on behalf of doctor-assisted suicide and even managed to crawl all the way to People magazine, where she posed pensively for the camera during a cover shoot.
Is it just me, or does all this seem a bit weird?
According to Brittany, one year after having a picture-perfect wedding surrounded by hordes of smiling friends, she found out she had an aggressive stage IV glioblastoma multiforme brain tumor and subsequently had to have a partial craniotomy and then a partial resection of her temporal lobe.
Immediately following the second surgery and after being given just six months to live, determined not to die in hospice care, Brittany found a house in a state that allows physician-assisted suicide, packed up, and relocated from Alamo, California to Portland, Oregon.
Husband Dan Diaz took a leave of absence and he, Brittany, and Brittany’s mother Debbie Ziegler moved to a new house with the perfect bedroom for Brittany to succumb to her overdose.
Featured in many photos as the location where the deed would be done, the romantic gold-toned boudoir was furnished with a four-poster bed and a window complete with golden light streaming through. It was there where Brittany, like Little Eva in Uncle Tom’s Cabin, planned to bid adieu to her anguished husband and longsuffering but supportive mother as well as her doctor/best friend, all of whom have barely surfaced since Brittany officially checked out.
Typically people with a migraine, never mind a brain tumor, can barely lift their head off the pillow, but not Brittany. After fast-tracking residency, Brittany, Dan, and Mom took off on adventures requiring athletic skill and vigor. With the moving boxes barely unpacked and while supposedly enduring “bone-splitting headaches and seizures,” Bucket-List Brittany managed to drag her adrenaline-junkie self to Alaska, Yellowstone National Park, and the Grand Canyon.
Then, between mountain climbing and helicopter rides, the woman committed to exercising her right to off herself managed to squeeze in becoming a full-time activist with Compassion and Choices, a George Soros-funded/right-to-choose/suicide-promoting organization that tries to convince the sick (or even just the fed-up) that the undignified act of taking your own life is dignified.
Brittany immediately became the face of self-destruction.
Maynard and her husband and mother used the short time the dying woman had left trying to convince everyone what a great idea it is to kill oneself. The trio even starred in video clips featuring a secluded yard where, as the days ticked off approaching Maynard’s demise, the accepting threesome celebrated around a wooden picnic table eating cheese and tomatoes and uncorking champagne.
Oh wait! In the midst of all this, Dan, Deb, and Brittany, who thought the days leading up to her death were as good a time as any to finally jump on board the social media craze, all signed onto Facebook.
Desperately in love with her husband and attached at the hip to mom, Brittany, Dan and Debbie posted about three optimistic Facebook postings apiece.
Moreover, prior to swallowing the lethal cocktail, Brittany was so busy she barely had time for all those friends in her wedding pictures, none of whom have been seen or heard from since her November 1st death.
None of her former pupils in Danville or her doctors in California have attempted to speak out concerning Brittany’s untimely end. In fact, except for a sparsely-attended candlelight vigil at a Unitarian Church on Brittany’s 30th birthday, no one has so much as left a teddy bear or bouquet on the dead woman’s doorstep.
Except for love-of-her-life Dan granting a post-mortem interview about his and Brittany’s “fairytale romance” and mom Deb rebuking the Pope for calling Brittany’s decision “reprehensible,” neither one has been heard from since.
For a publicity hound like the late Brittany, one would think there would be some remnant, a death certificate – something – but thus far, there’s nothing. From the point-of-view of an outsider, the breakneck speed surrounding Brittany’s suicide and interment is rivaled only by the prompt burial of the Newtown massacre victims.
The only thing known for certain is that on the day Brittany decided to end it all, barbiturates in one hand and a laptop in the other, she managed to somehow muster the strength to end her life while fighting for the right for others to follow her lead.
So fiercely committed to the death culture was Brittany that, as she lay dying in her husband’s arms, she somehow managed to grope her way to her laptop and reassure the world that there was a “ring of support” around her bed cheering her on as she typed “Goodbye world. Spread good energy. Pay it forward!”
One month after her death, Brittany Maynard seems to be all but forgotten.
That’s why, quite frankly, the hype and subsequent silence makes a pro-life activist like myself wonder whether there was more to the George Soros-funded/Brittany Maynard fairytale than romance.