When my brother was in the hospital with pancreatic cancer,
his doctor allowed him to smoke in his room whenever
he wanted and let his wife
give him a martini every afternoon. This was his oncologist
and he said smoking and drinking
wouldn’t do any more harm. He should do what made him comfortable.
My brother died in June of 1990.
That was sensible and compassionate and practical.
I’m sorry for your loss, truly.