Dear Tom,
I would like to add my thanks to you for you sharing your ordeal with all of us. I, too, send love and hugs...and hope the 'collective' expressions of compassion for what you have been through are, at least, in part, of some comfort to you.
Short and sweet: Desperate times require desperate actions...sometimes there is no other way. And, your jury obviously concurred.
I did want to share something regarding Henley with you. As a young boy, he lost a foot to, what was then called tubercular bone disease (osteomyelitis.)
He was a studious young man, who excelled in his studies. He was, I believe, still in his early twenties, when he was threatened with the loss of a leg. He put himself into the care of Dr. Joseph Lister, who was at the time, newly involved in the study of antiseptic medicine.
Henley was hospitalized for some 20 months, I think, while being treated. It was during this long confinement that he started writing poetry...some of his efforts lead to 'Invictus.' As I recall, he experienced periods of deep depression and despair, and often bitterness. At some point, he came to the conclusion, that what was, simply 'was.' And, he determined that he had to deal with his life as it was.....therefore, he took the philosophical viewpoint: "I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul." I am not certain, but I believe I read this in an Enclycopedia Britannica entry?? when I was doing some research on Henley some time ago.
In this context, I view Henley's words, not as arrogant, but born of his own human suffering.