My human dignity does depend on whether I have to endure the rest of my life pooping my pants, not remembering my own name, and hooked up to some noisy machine telling my lungs to breathe and my heart to beat.
If I'm in pain, am delirious, and am unable to operate in the world. I've lost my dignity.
My human dignity does depend on whether I have to endure the rest of my life pooping my pants, not remembering my own name, and hooked up to some noisy machine telling my lungs to breathe and my heart to beat.