You’d be doing what, two weeks on, two weeks off? So maybe do your first round, see how it goes. Maybe not as horrible as you fear. Then do the second round, enjoy your two weeks off, and revisit the decision. Rinse, repeat.
He couldn’t do it himself. He was… the disease had progressed too far. He was flailing. He didn’t have any control over his own body. He pretty much lost control of his mind too, but… every once in a while, he would have a few seconds of lucidity. He turned to me, and he said, “it’s time.” I hooked up the I.V. I used gloves. I knew they’d get me on the drugs, but they couldn’t prove who pushed the plunger. I put in the needle, and he just got quiet.