Keeping a Promise When a Life Is Near Its End

“If something should happen to me, and I couldn’t help myself, would you be willing to help me?”

It is the question so many of us dread hearing. My mother asked it of me around her 75th birthday. Of course I didn’t need to ask what she meant by “something” or “help.” She was a card-carrying member of the Hemlock Society. On her bookshelves were titles like “Final Exit” and “The Peaceful Pill Handbook.”

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