I must admit to being a little ambivalent on this subject.
Would I wish to be helped to die?
I don't know, honestly, I don't. It would depend on my prognosis and how much pain, inconvenience and loss of dignity was involved. I must admit I am a bit of a coward when it comes to pain.
The thing that naffs me off about this whole subject is that we are actually having the discussion in the first place. I am an adult taxpayer and yet the organisation that I help to fund appears institutionally incapable of treating me as an adult.
I am advised on a regular basis what I should and should not eat and how often. I am restricted in what drugs I may legally purchase. I must apply for a license to do anything more complex than passing water. I getting just about sick to the back teeth of the army of concerned professionals nannying me to death.
And not content with adding insult to injury but twisting the knife too, the decision as to whether or not I can legally end my life when I have had enough of it is in the hands of people like Graham Jones and his best mate, Ed Millband and is something over which I will never be allowed any say whatsoever.
There is something seriously and sadly wrong with our society.
