I really hope the assisted dying legislation gets through the Scottish parliament third time lucky and that the happy-clappy 'I'm alright Jack' Christian types take a mammoth kick to the nether regions.
My other half's dad passed away from cancer last year. The cancer had started as a growth on his head after a bump, started to go away after treatment but then started coming back again. Unfortunately a couple of extra new growths were noticed elsewhere and once it was in the lungs (he'd never smoked btw) it just seemed to spread like wildfire despite the treatment. He ended up having to travel from Moray to Glasgow every week to see a specialist down there because it was a rather rare type of cancer, the name of which shamefully evades me just now. Eventually he ended up being bed-ridden in the knowledge that 'his time' would be unavoidably soon and was forced to live out his last month doing little more than struggling for breath and being told "no, you can't have any more morphine". Such an undignified way to go, especially for somebody who was usually active.
Similarly, one of my best mates went to his GP with a sore cough a couple of years ago and once referred to Raigmore got told that he had late-stage esophageal cancer and that he had a matter of weeks to live. So within 4 weeks he had gone into his GP with a painful cough to lying in a hospital bed knowing his time was up, wanting the plug to be pulled.
On a more positive note, my step-sister recently got the all clear after a 2+ year battle with breast cancer, so I'll finish with that in good old pint-half-full fashion.