This is a fascinating piece – it starts out as the usual “I’m-terminally-ill-and-have-a-right-to-asisted-suicide-or-euthanasia-because-I-don’t-want-to-suffer-unbearable-pain.” Then, as I keep reminding people, something happened – she was medically able to relieve her pain, and by the end of the piece,. At least it seems to me, she is not anywhere as adamant about wanting to kill herself or have someone do it to her.
Cancer is killing me, so why can't I decide when and how I die?
At a cancer check-up in early June 2009, I got the news I most dreaded. The tumour doctors had discovered in my pancreas three years earlier, and from which I’d been free for two wonderful years, had returned and spread to my lung.
‘We can’t say for sure how long you will live, but you know as well as I do the prospects of living for more than a few months are not great,’ my oncologist — a friend as well as a colleague — told me.
I was dumbstruck, unable to think beyond the horror of sharing the news with my family. Telling Klim, my medical scientist husband of 40 years, was the easy part. more
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