This isn't about dementia.
But I was at work. (I do a part-time job in a library.)
A man in his mid-seventies leaned over the counter and said he wanted information about 'the place where they help you to die.'
I took him round to the enquiry desk, looked up Dignitas on the internet - and gave him the phone number and address. He didn't have a computer or know how to use one.
He told me about his advanced cancer and how there would be a point where he didn't want any treatment.
We chatted a bit while I found out the various things he wanted to know, and wrote them down for him.
Then he shook my hand and told me his name, and I told him mine.
It made me feel a bit shaky. My father died of cancer seven years ago and now my father-in-law has dementia.
I just thought that as people here are dealing with an illness that can't be cured, this was a place where I could share this...
Thanks
But I was at work. (I do a part-time job in a library.)
A man in his mid-seventies leaned over the counter and said he wanted information about 'the place where they help you to die.'
I took him round to the enquiry desk, looked up Dignitas on the internet - and gave him the phone number and address. He didn't have a computer or know how to use one.
He told me about his advanced cancer and how there would be a point where he didn't want any treatment.
We chatted a bit while I found out the various things he wanted to know, and wrote them down for him.
Then he shook my hand and told me his name, and I told him mine.
It made me feel a bit shaky. My father died of cancer seven years ago and now my father-in-law has dementia.
I just thought that as people here are dealing with an illness that can't be cured, this was a place where I could share this...
Thanks