There was an article in a national British newspaper today, which featured how a selection of medical doctors would choose how to die, given the choice.
Apparently, most of them said that they would decline all of the major treatments for cancer, having seen the end results and the symptoms which lead up to them.
It seems that they have been caught out so many times with regard to the prognosis of life expectancy in untreated patients, and been disappointed by the extension and quality of the life of patients treated with chemo and radio therapy, that they would rather not go through the same procedures themselves - thanks anyway. What - after all - is two or three months extra, when the quality of that time is so severely compromised by the treatment?
In the summer of 1943, a nurse was leaving her house on The Paragon, Bath, and just stepped onto the pavement to go to work at a nearby hospital, when she received a direct hit from a German 1000 pound bomb.
The bomb not only completely demolished about three of the terraced houses, but also utterly vapourised her, so that no body part has ever been found in the vicinity for burial.
In some way, she is still up there, and the houses that were rebuilt a couple of years later must contain some remnants of her corporeal form, even within the mortar and foundations.
I wonder what that experience is like as a way to go? Do you think it speeds you on your way, or slows you down?