How awful that must have been.
My Dad had never been sick a day in his life, he was so looking forward, after working so hard to provide for all 9 of us and my mom, to retiring, playing cards with the boys, tinkering in his shop. He got ill suddenly, a pre-leukemia and we'd only just begun to see the specialists, see what could be done. Two of his sisters had died from cancer, he told me he never wanted to go through that. All his life he said, if I ever get sick and have to live on a ventilator, or get some form of dementia, etc. - shoot me. He said it with a smile, but after about three months of transfusions, IV's - he hated them, a few ambulance trips as he was so anemic, he said goodnight to me, he'd see me in the morning. I found him about an hour later outside by his shop. It was in 2010 but my heart still feels like an elephant is sitting on it every second of the day and night, he was my hero and best friend. I was always a 'daddy's girl', he could just look at you and know if things were ok or not, he didn't talk about things like feelings and that sort of thing much, but would never fail to make you feel better with his silly jokes or whatever he could do. Sorry .... I'm rambling. But I don't want anyone else to ever go through this. I'm very happy to see this SCC decision.