I've always thought that, since we all die, being given a terminal diagnosis would be a gift. To know the end is near, to be able to prepare, make amends, say goodbye. My fear is not death but an unforeseen and sudden incapacitating illness with no way out.
I have a neurological disease that will not kill me but will slowly remove my ability to walk or take care of myself. My plan is to design my death on my own time. For me, it's the most pragmatic and painless solution as well as the kindest for my loved one.
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