We recently held our first ever speaker/ambassador training session in Vancouver. These continue to be one of my favourite events as I have an opportunity to work closely with a small gorup of members who are keenly committed to our work.
As part of the training session, each participant has an opportunity to share a story with the group about why they support Dying With Dignity. Here is a story from one of the most recent attendees:
I have been interested in the concept of "Dying With Dignity" and have followed events related to assisted dying for many years, but always with a philosophical, somewhat remote attitude. I still had not come to terms with the reality that such events could happen to me, or someone close to me, that is, not until May of last year. Then, alarming things began to occur, and escalated in a manner I could not have imagined.
In late May of 2010, my former and ailing husband was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He was cared for at home by a palliative team, and after a few hellish weeks, died in early July. Three days later I, usually glowing with health, suffered a freak accident at a fitness class and was hospitalized with fractures of the right elbow and pelvis.
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