Ahh well. 2 cents.
My thought would be knowing that my beautiful child is dying, and I can’t fix it, how can my child get through this with as little pain as possible.
I watched my next door neighbour go through the horror of dying of lung cancer (seriously, don’t smoke) and the nice idea of coming home to die in peace just didn’t work. Dying is a nasty business. He’d be suffocating and panicking and the ambulance would take him off again… one day for the last time.
Just saying pretty words don’t make it any nicer. It needs a cold blooded look at what is best for the poor person.
