A couple of years ago, well 2010 actually, my father inlaw had a fall at the local supermarket. He was taken to the local public hospital and diagnosed with a probable broken hip and broken shoulder, the diagnoses was "best guess" as x-rays and cat scans were pretty useless because of the state of his bones. He was in considerable pain. The specialist medico, specialty in geriatric medicine, said that there was really nothing to do other than keep him comfortable.
At the time he was a few months short of his 103rd birthday.
Over the next couple of weeks he begged the staff to finish it. He tried to bribe nurses to inject him with something or give him extra pills.. he was totally and utterly past the point of wanting to continue. His mind at this time was still as fresh and sharp as ever. That made it all the worse because he new and understood everything that was going on.
After a couple of weeks we moved him to a private hospital and started making arrangements for nursing home care. Up until the time of his fall, he lived alone, in his own home with ever increasing amounts of care from family and professional help. he absolutely hated the idea of not going home. He could have paid for nursing at home but in his condition it was just not feasible.
He could do nothing for himself. He could not perform any bodily function without help. he just lay in bed, in pain. A perfectly sound mind in a 103 year old worn out body. His vision was almost gone , his hearing was almost gone.
After he had been in the private hospital for about 4 weeks , things were getting worse. he hated the whole situation and begged every day for someone to end it. he asked me a couple of times to buy something on the streets or to just knock him on the head.
One morning we arrived at the hospital and he was engaged in a very loud argument with his doctor and a couple of nurses. he was demanding that they end it. He was demanding that it was his right. The doctor could do nothing but say "I'm a doctor, i can't do that."
I spoke to the doctor outside the room, he was actually in tears, he said he just did not know what to do. He left to continue his rounds.
15 minutes later he came back to me and asked if FIL was still in pain. I said of course he was, he is always in pain. The Doc said, I am going to increase his medication to get rid of his pain "Is that OK?" he said it very firmly. I said "If you think that it will make him comfortable and will be in his best interest,You should go ahead."
The next morning, my very best friend of the last 40 years was gone. Quietly , peacfully, in no pain.