No way :: living with and helping my mom through colon cancer (2 bouts of radiation and chemo with icu - pneumonia in middle) terrified me completely. Everyone said of all ppl, she so never deserved such pain.
She had to have a colostomy bag (but had arthritis) so it was up to me to attatch /keep it clean & functioning. She hated being dependant and shamed by her illness

I resigned from saatchi UK to come home. No regrets ever, should done it sooner. But she hated that I left my career / uk to come home to take care of her.
Every awesome thing i am, is because of her.
I watched the most incredible woman (who loved her independence/ loved to dance / go to - metallica & guns n roses - rock concerts / loved my freaky friends ((before sexual /gender fluidity was acceptable))
...in 2 years become this fragile, wounded, introverted, disordered person (from the pain/shame and discomfort). The panic knowledge that u going to die if u don't want to... ugh. No words.
Watching her struggle (Catholic) mentally with the illness (sores / anal -vaginal fistula / uncontrolled bowel function /vomiting radiation bloodclots etc) melancholia and cabin fever freaked her (& secretly me out & I'm tough /not squeamish :: vet) & threw my faith into the abyss.
Her death freed me to ctb, life's less meaningfull.
So you see how devastating being terminal /physically challenged or impaired can be?!
☆ Respect respect respect to those that fight that daily // hourly battle.
I want to go in 20minutes or less.