Why preserve a life with no meaning?
I haven’t been able to talk or write about the so-called “right to die” since my wife of more than 30 years died six years ago. For several years Linda had been complaining about severe pain in her right side. Investigations had led nowhere. She was sent for a routine ultrasound and I can still see the look on the doctor’s face and hear the sound of hospital panic. This time there was no missing the huge soft-tissue sarcoma that had strangled a kidney and attached itself to her aorta.
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Why preserve a life with no meaning?

