No longer.
Before shit hit the fan, I at least considered myself to be a morally upright and environmentally-conscious citizen of the world. I was naive and held my head in the clouds. Chronic pain did a 180 to my personality. Months of joint pain, swelling and stiffness, exacerbated by the fear of becoming disabled and losing autonomy of my body, gradually wore away my resolve. Doing what I used to love doesn't feel the same as before, and there is no enthusiasm to go to places or learn a new skill. Going into remission does not at all impede my plans to CTB at a later point in life, as I am sure that it is on my own terms that I want to go.
I am no longer concerned about the ills that afflict Planet Earth and humanity; if doom is to befall us, so be it. The nonconformist in me is unable to connect with a society that abhors death, let alone comprehend the need to prolong as far as possible the lives of those hopelessly ill. Many say chronic illness makes you more compassionate, but for me it has all but amplified feelings of schadenfreude. Especially tangible is ill-will for the self-righteous bigots who unsympathetically condemn those that take their lives. God forbid they be brought to their knees by the same black despondency that plagues many of us. Having been forced to face harsh reality, I am convinced that it is in fact a dog-eat-dog world that we live in. As such, I am willing to use any and all means necessary to get what I want. I am willing to lie to, cheat and deceive those in the medical profession to get my hands on lethal drugs, as I have done at my lowest point.
I can't really say whether I do indeed deserve my misfortunes or not. The cosmos is too vast and complex for us to understand in human terms, after all. I do not consider myself a 'good' person, at least by society's standards, and I am certain to have changed for the worse by my experiences. However, I am not bitter and hold no grudge against circumstances as they are.