It's not my place to interfere with the life and death decisions of other people, even if I have a personal interest in their survival. People have the right to make these decisions themselves.
Agree. But we are in the minority. I've sat bedside with my sisters when one's husband was dying of liver failure from agent orange exposure. Not pretty and the nurse lies and says he didn't know he was going.
Don't interfere, instead inspire.
That platitudinous shit might work on the rubes but it won't work on a dude who is suffering a painful progressive form of paralysis, or someone going both blind and deaf at the same time, Or some dude who can't stop remembering what his stepDad did to his butthole long ago that fucked him up so bad in the head that he wound up living in the bushes and drinking himself to death. Or just someone in Stage 4 who isn't remitting and is sick and tired of chemo.
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