I was in a funeral of a very dear friend just over 3 weeks ago, and now her husband is in a home for Parkinsion's, and his life is literal living hell.
Her final days were in a hospice.
Getting a call from her daughter at night to listen to her mother trying to plead, through her stroke-immobilized mouth, and meningitis fever for help is an intense memory, to say the least.
Finding out what limits are available for mitigating the suffering was humbling and heart breaking.
Witnessing an intelligent, vital person reduced to the thinnest of conscious activities, and finally to half-felt squeezes of the hand and meaningful, pleading looks and flashes of the eyes, is a dimension into human life I have not had to deal with before.
Our laws are rough analogues of what we would like.
We no more manage our lives with our laws, than do our laws manage the forces of nature.
Ed