Mr MW74 is in a situation at the moment where his terminally ill grandmother is in hospital on the highest levels of morphine possible. She has had stomach cancer for 10 years. Yes, that's right, ten years. She is 85 years of age. She refused chemo because like so many (my mother included) she belived the chemo would be the end of her, not the cancer. So.She is in so much pain. She had no idea where she is. Mr MW74 has read these posts and has been touched by Bookworm's post. He whole heartidly feels that if somehow he could have some involvment of decision as to 'what next' he would chose to kiss his grandmother on the cheek, tell her he loves her, and let her go. She is begging to dye. Begging. So what you do. Don't give me the bullsh*t that the Lord decides when we go and to end our life before 'he' does, is wrong. I do not follow any religion. We decide when we create and then bring a life into this world. No doctor or religious leader tells us when to copulate and thus give birth. Why then, should they have the right to govern and tell us what to do in our last stages in life? Mr MW74's grandmother still has the sharpness of the mind but her body has died. If SHE wants to go, why can't she?