"I would rather live happy than die miserable"

Those were his exact words...

He felt it was lung cancer, he knew that he had to quit smoking. He simply wouldn't.
He didn't care; he was amazed he actually made it so far in life after all the crazy things he did in the past.
He actually wasn't worry much about that. Pain was his biggest complaint, his worst fear.
Sometimes, we need to stop and reconsider. Similar patient, admitted to the floor, who wants to go through chemo and radiotherapy. Through endless days of nausea, confusion and fevers. Holding on to the last breath of life, even if it is through a vent.

Refusing to be treated is not giving up. Just like not believing in god, it is always a harder decision than simply going with the flow.

I have to admit, this week was great for me. I cherished every moment I spent with those 2 people and their families. Great is not the right word, fulfillment, sense of accomplishing something, making a difference. At least, I hope so.