Well..we went through that. Hubby's JW father also was told he had two years.(Prostrate spead to bones.).but he didn't change anything in his life except his wife looked up all health food options she could.He tried everything you can imagine.Just made him miserable.
He died in a nursing home yelling at the top of his lungs..Oo weee..you could hear him when you walked in.We thought he was calling his sisters name that raised him.Her name was Ollie.
My husband and I had to hear that he only had 6 months top to live. You cannot imagine the heavy feeling in your chest when you hear those words. All they could offer was pallitive treatments. He had lung cancer (Non-smoker) that spread to his liver and it was the most aggresive kind.
What did we do? He wanted to spent most of his time going to help his mom on her farm. Then we would come home and he worked like crazy to do stuff he felt needed doing around the house that I wouldn't be able to do. He even taught me how to check the oil and tires and water in my car.He was mostly worried about getting everything done. We also went on little trips. Took lunches and just sat and held each other. When he started getting weak I made him give me one more slow dance. We couldn't hug enough.
The last time he told me he loved me is when I finally got the hospice nurse to give him morphine. He turned to me and said "Thank you...and I love you".
He was always worried about his Mom and me.
Eventually he went into his own little world. He would cover his head with a sheet and sleep that way. They for some reason get very hot when they have cancer. He couldn't stand to be covered up and it was like 10 degrees out, so it wasn't that warm inside
.BUT...he was a witness..I remember him dragging himself to a meeting when he was jaundiced so bad. He would come home and collapse. But he was determined to make it to at least one meeting a week.
His JW mom and sister came to stay for a week and he went to the meetings with them , then they would come home and sit out on our porch together and leave me alone in the house. If I went out there they would stop talking..so eventually I just left them alone..I knew what they were talking about with him..something I couldn't.."The New World" that they would be seeing him in. I couldn't tell him that.Broke my heart too.
Snoozy...sorry for ramblin on..I would be afraid to take my life..even towards the end. I would be afraid I would botch it up and be in more pain..