I’ve been chronically ill for over half of my life. Now, I’m wasting - losing half a pound every week - and my blood is sick. I’ve been though several tests and physicians can’t find the cause. As time goes on without controlling my weight loss, I’ll fail to thrive. I worry about the cause. I don’t believe I can handle treatment for the big C since I’m always run down and exhausted. Mostly I worry that my days are numbered. I’d like to decide when to go rather than decompose in a hospital bed. I’ve had NDEs, been bedridden for months, and thought about having no more tomorrows. I’m here because of those who’d be devastated if I was gone. Death won’t bring me the reprieve of guilt. But if I have something terminal, should I be allowed the dignity to choose my passing? Please debate your thoughts