Much of the debate against assisted dying has focused on the sanctity of life, and the need to protect vulnerable people from being pressured into giving up their lives due to the burden of being caref for, and the effect this may have on those around them.
I sympathise deeply with this perspective – it is the main logical objection I had to assisted dying for a long time: a desire to protect the vulnerable – alongside my own faith which felt like it provided a moral objection to assisted dying on principle.
Yet over recent years, seeing some elderly relatives grow ever older and more infirm, I have considered the fate of one of my grandmothers, who died quite suddenly of a heart attack in her mid-70s. As part of working through the grief, it was a comfort to know that she died quickly, in the arms of a close friend (by sheer luck), at a time when she was still able to go for long walks in the mountains. She could doubtless have gone on for a few more years, but would have struggled to remain independent for much longer.
Compare this to my other grandmother, now in her late 80s. She has been almost immobile for years – and now finally has reached a stage where my ageing grandfather is no longer able to take care of her. She is confined to a care home, and I know she prays for God to take her. She wants to die, but is instead left languishing as her body slowly gives up on her. I do not think she would want the option of assisted dying. I also know that as a family we would never countenance the idea that she should feel pressured in any way to take it up.