Last night I saw a Dutch documentary about a young woman called Priscilla, she had an incurable illness which caused her to suffer greatly. She lived in a hospice facility aged 25 and her bad days were greater in number than her "good days". Her mother had suffered from the same illness and she knew when she was informed that she had the same disease that she would die young. Her mother died aged 31, she had been suffering terrifying pains for years and had been totally bedridden for years prior to her death. But she kept on hanging to life because she had 2 young children.
When Priscilla found out she had the same disease, she made a decision for herself not to have any children. She decided to live life to the fullest until she no longer could but that she would also not suffer as her mother did for years, bedridden and miserable. She had already discussed it with her GP and at that time she was not ready to talk about it, but she knew she would want to die through euthanasia when the time was right.
On the day she turned 26 she died, the days before her death she tried to live as best as she could, she gave one last birthday bash on the day before her birthday/death-day for all those who loved her. The day of her 26 birthday, surrounded by friends, family and loved ones, she was given a lethal mixture of barbiturates which ended her life.
My grandmother had chosen long before going into a senior citizens facility that if the time came, she would want to die through euthanasia. If she ever were in a situation where she was suffering great pain while suffering from a deadly condition/illness, that she would want to die by euthanasia. She also did not want to end up in a vegetative state/coma.
However, she never went through euthanasia because she began to suffer from Alzheimer and ended up in a nursing home for Alzheimer patients. In that case euthanasia was no longer an option. After moving to that nursing home from the facility she lived in and that she absolutely did not want to leave, she slipped into unconsciousness due to an infection and she died peacefully a few days later.
I never knew my grandfather, he died about 1 year before I was born in 1968. He died aged 53 from cancer. My grandmother was lucky enough to find a new partner and like the person that she was, she refused to marry him and lived with him "in sin" (the extremely catholic area of my country would have seen it as a sin, she however did not) until the day he died.
He was a miner, coal dust had ravaged his lungs. He was always short of breath but still a wonderful man who taught me loads of things and who was always there for my and my mother/sister. He did smoke and combined with the coal dust it gave him lung cancer. He could no longer walk properly, nurses had to help him cough up slime from his lungs because he no longer had the strength to cough hard enough for it to happen naturally. He also wanted an end to his suffering and although euthanasia was illegal at that time, in agreement with his doctors, they had agreed he would be allowed to die without prolonging the indignation and suffering. He was given such a large dose of morphine that he slipped away and died. At that time euthanasia as said was still illegal but was being condoned as long as it was done with due diligence and strict guidelines. These guidelines and due diligence rules later became the basis for the Dutch euthanasia laws.
But how do people here feel about euthanasia?