What if you were terminal and in pain every day and before you withered away into someone that you and your family could no longer recognize and became just a shell of who you were would it still not be ok to decide when it was time to leave your life with whatever happiness, pride and dignity you had left?
Of should you live on until you've gone from little quality of life to no quality of life, until you can't recognize day from night, nurses from family and the skin starts to fall off your bones to save your family from the grief of your death?