I watched my mom, at the age of 44, die a slow, agonizing death from lung cancer that went to her brain. She used to tell me she WANTED to die because she couldn't stand the pain, or having to put my Dad through administering morphine injections to her. That's why I feel as strongly as I do in favor of dignity in dying.

It has also influenced my decision to make a "living will" that will prevent any measure to prolong my life should I become terminal. I've also saved up a bunch of meds to "help" me on my journey.