Given the scenarios you've shared, dear Snoozy (peace to you, and I am sorry for all of them and those who had to endure them, either personally or as caretakers!), I am glad I am an insulin diabetic. I've already told hubby and kids, "It's up to Hubby, but if you wanna know what I want... don't go prolonging things!! Let me GO!" Since I'm not sure I can trust him to let me go... I intend to have a pen nearby (assuming I know "it's" coming - no "unforeseen occurrence" kind of situation). Just dial up a couple more (okay, several more) units than needed and... ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
No, just kidding. I think (I watched my mom fight cancer, so...). Ya'll will never know, though, will ya?
(To the authorities: if you're reading this my husband is innocent! He can't even kill bugs (I have to do it - I hate it, but he hates it worse, the softie!) and doesn't even know how to work the pen!)
Okay, post back to the OP (sorry, dear Miniman (peace to you!), for this... and for misunderstanding your definition of "alone") -
Peace, all!
SA, on her own...