She had a whole chapter on this old guy with no family or friends who was being eaten up by cancer and brought in from the nursing home because he had trouble breathing. He had a blood clot. He had DNR/DNI orders. The chapter was her trying to decide if they should treat him for the blood clot and try to fix it and other issues. WTF????? I was screaming at my Kindle. In the end, she decided to let him be and give him, instead, as peaceful and pain free death as possible. So I'll now keep reading the book.
I get that people don't want to die. I understand that many are afraid to die. That dying is like a sin to some. Nothing worse.
I am not one of those people.
I have had and still have a great life now. BUT I suspect that will change sooner than later. When it does, my preference, by a long shot is to cut my losses and say goodnight. I have zero patience with medical shit. I'm not interested in pain or even much discomfort. I want to spend exactly 0 days in a hospital and less time hooked up to anything. The price of all that is more than I want to pay. If today is the last day of my life, I plan to make sure it's a good one.
This is a soap box I mount often because, so many people feel so differently than I do, I live in fear that when I am down and at the mercy of others, they will inflict their beliefs on me and disregard my wishes and be lauded for their efforts while what I want goes ignored. My brother is my emergency contact and he knows the score and I trust him to make any decisions on my behalf as if I had made them myself. And I've written out my desires in legal documents, on my phone, on my bracelet, here... Clearly having my wishes tattooed on my body is not a helpful solution.
So I just haul out the soap box when the spirit moves. This book moved the spirit this morning.