My old man’s last days were absolutely awful.
He’d refused treatment for the same reasons as Ms. Rigg, it was delaying the inevitable and he didn’t want his remaining time spent being ill from drugs and radiotherapy.
He stuck with that choice, and then chose not to go in to hospital at the end, after Covid had hit, as he didn’t want to die alone.
It took some time, the end, and he was conscious for a the majority of it.
All the visiting nurses could offer was painkillers of increasing strength.
Once he’d lost his faculties, and was on morphine, I asked the nurses if they could “accidentally” leave an overdose worth that I could give him.
Whilst very sympathetic, they obviously couldn’t.
As a result*, my Dad’s last days were spent gasping for breath as his lungs filled up, whilst slowly starving, and eventually unable to take on any fluid.
It was fucking brutal.
All because some cunts who believes in sky fairys thinks it’d be a sin to let people go out with dignity on their own terms, and no PM has had the stones to fight for it.
* I’m not blaming the nurses in any way here, just stating what the result of not being able to hasten the process leads to.