Herbs that's awful. When my Dad had terminal cancer the doctor wouldn't prescribe him anything stronger than paracetamol. We finally got some morphine an hour before he died, and when he was in no state to take it. I'd hoped things had improved in the past 15 years, but clearly not.
Can I please share with you all my mother's latest? My cousin, Z, called me tonight, spitting feathers. My mother had called her and said that she thought her late sister's necklace, which her sister wanted her to have was "a bit small." My cousin said, thinking she meant the chain "Well you can get another chain for it, or see if they can lengthen it." But that wasn't what my mother meant at all. She went on to say that the pendant itself was "tiny" and "like something you'd give a child", and that she was thinking of giving it to her granddaughter. Was there anything a bit bigger that she could have instead? 
Z told her that my Aunt had itemised all of the pieces of jewellery, what she wanted to go to whom, and that it had all been distributed. My mother then asked when she would be getting the telly (!) and also suggested that Z invite "all the family" round to the house before it was sold, so that people could take what they wanted. Z told my mother that the will very clearly stated that the personal effects were to go to the children, and if anyone wanted anything after this, then they were welcome to have it. As the house had been locked after the funeral, and Z's siblings live abroad, they hadn't yet had a look at what they might or might not want. Z said she hung up on my mother at this point, as she was so angry. Oh and the pendant? It's a good size sapphire, surrounded by five diamonds, set in 18 carat gold, from a very reputable jeweller. So hardly something cheap from Samuels. I'm embarrassed that she's my mother, to be frank.