My father was telling me about his father who had stomach cancer and did nothing but scream. They called the family doctor to visit him at home, not many hospitals in those days....he went into the bedroom to talk with my fathers father. He was about 1/2 hour with his father, when he came out of the room, he had prodouched my grandfather dead...In the old days thats the way it was done...Doctors were merciful to those that had intractable pain...No virture in keeping someone in pain unless your slightly sadistic...The whole family was thankful for the ending of his unbearable pain....We get meds now that can stop such pain and the do gooders yell bloody murder about making someone a junkie.....The best I can hope for is those with that opinion die in their own agony...that is justice.
In those days, there were very few funeral parlors. MY uncle Toby was laid out in the living room of his home and those mourners paid their respects by going to the home and comforting the family... Too many people think they know whats best for the other guy...They should just mind their own business and live by their own code...Leave the rest of us alone and that goes for the government also.....
I read your post to my husband and he was very impressed. “Mind you own business and let us take care of our own.” That is where we need to get back to.
He and I have agree to ‘our way’ if things come to the worst. Agony is not what we’re looking for.