On the right to assisted death: Go carefully into that good night
In my mother's case, the decision to allow her to die when she wanted would have been a godsend. In my father's case, it would have robbed him of four quality years of life.
On a May afternoon in 1995 I was sitting with my father in the living room of his apartment in Montreal, when my sister called in tears to say my mother had died.
A few days earlier, he had decided not to take any extraordinary means to save her, as the stroke she suffered two months before had rob...
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