In full disclosure, I am a retired oncology and hospice nurse, so I've spent a lot of time thinking about and talking to patients and others about difficult questions surrounding illness and death and witnessing the consequences of choices made. I don't believe I ever will know how I deal with it until I get there. Our definition of "quality of life" changes as our abilities change...what is acceptable to me now will slowly diminish as my physical and mental abilities diminish. I have also seen too many people who regret that they are still alive, but they are past the point of being physically able to hoard their own pills and open the pill bottle like Florence did. If I can get some enjoyment out of life and loved ones and have a bed overlooking bird feeders and the woods, I think that will be enough. But if pain overtakes my life and my loved ones are suffering to see me in pain, I would probably try to find a way to end the suffering. I think I would let my physical disabilities go on beyond the time that Florence did, but I think everyone should be allowed to make their own choice in the situation of incurable illness.