When my grandmother got cancer the 2nd time, she decided that she did not want to suffer treatment to eek out a few more months or years. She lived at home until she died.

When she could no longer care for herself, a hospice nurse came twice a day. When the end was close, family moved into the house, and children were taken out of school. She pass in the comfort of a familiar setting surrounded by loved ones, and everyone witnessed her last breath and death rattle.

It was a very wholesome experience and how I would want to go.