Yes.
My dad was ill with cancer and then developed two secondary cancers.
He had fought the first cancer well for 18 months and was in good spirits.
When the secondary cancers came they absolutely wiped him out.
He started treatment but it was clear they weren’t working. A light went out in him. He knew he was fighting a losing battle and he just wanted to go, but he was terrified of a long, drawn out painful death.
He was 71 and went from coaching kids football to being bed-ridden, wheelchair bound, incontinent and unable to eat within the space of around 6 weeks. Following that there was around period of around 3 weeks where he was just desperately sad and scared and waiting to die.
I would have done anything to spare him that.
He said to me, as he was going in for the treatment that we were almost sure wouldn’t work “I just don’t want a painful death”
I said, confidently, “don’t worry dad. You give this your best shot and once you’ve had enough, you just tell me and we’ll stop it.”
Of course, when it came down to it, after he stopped the treatment, there was nothing I could do to speed things along. I wanted him to die everyday, to end his suffering, but there was nothing I could do.
it’s been 2 years now and those final weeks still haunt me. Just waiting for a body to shut down, bit by bit. It’s barbaric.