I believe God's heavenly rays healed my cancer hell and dragged me back to life
The argument in favour of euthanasia can be compelling in certain situations, writes Gerry Andrews
'Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light' wrote Dylan Thomas.
Life is random. Why does death, serious illness and heartbreak appear to track some families relentlessly? There comes a point in time when suffering can become so unbearable that it is possible to be at peace with the very concept of imminent death. I justified such thoughts by thinking, death is inevitable - it's just a timing issue.
For years I regularly asked myself, how much pain and anguish should a person have to endure before the inescapable process of dying is complete? How much punishment should a body have to absorb before being granted that final and welcome release from grief?