I watched my father slowly die of bone cancer that went to his brains and lungs. It was horrible. He was a vital, strong man his entire life. 6 foot 3 250 lbs, entire muscle and strength.
"Slowly"....is subjective...it took 3 months, it felt like an eternity.
He was on liquid morphine, and while he was still able to communicate, he kept refusing it because it made him into a babbling idiot, and he knew it.
But the pain became too much, and we suspect that the Hospice nurse....helped him die....we were thankful. He was no longer eating, or drinking.
Liquid morphine is deadly....it will stop the heart.
The entire subject is heartbreaking, but as my mom says, whats wrong with dieing at home surrounded by family without artificial extension of a torturous death.
Makes sense to me.