My Dad was diagnosed with a rare, agressive form of cancer in October. He was a doctor. He opted to forgo all treatment, because he said, “I am not going through all that, to live maybe one more week.” His doctor said he would be dead by the end of the year. He was mad, when he wasn’t, but he died two weeks later with all the dignity one could want.
Sometimes I think people do too much to stay alive, when realistically there is nothing that should be done,
I know I will follow my Dad’s footsteps at my end.
Still Alive singalong in GASH HQ after judgment announcements! We tied for sixth with Scampi.