As you speak of cancer in the past tense, am I right in surmising yours wasn't terminal?
And there's no evidence anyone in Brittany's family was pushing her to do this.
The doctor who diagnosed my lung cancer, at Deborah Heart & Lung Hospital, told me to get my affairs in order, because I was going to die. I believed his diagnosis and prognosis, but I didn’t share his view that my life wasn’t worth fighting for. I believed I was going to die, but I searched for treatment that would give me the most time. Not once did anyone in my family even hint that I should take the advice of that first doctor and give up the fight. I had a lung removed, then did chemo. I’ll soon be celebrating seven years of being cancer free. I have lasting health issues, but I am alive. There is a good chance the cancer will return, and I’ve read that when lung cancer returns, it usually attacks the brain. That scares me, but what would be scarier is a family that would wish me dead instead of the loving family I have.