Sixteen years ago my mom was fighting cancer. Her doctor had a private talk with my brother and father (that was in Spain, I lived in the US) describing the awful death that awaited her. My brother called me to tell me that dad and him had decided to spare her that torment. The next few months were awful. My brother and I argued about it all the time. I considered telling my mom what they were planning, but then I thought that would terrify her, so I wouldn’t say anything and then feel guilty about it... Thankfully, assisted suicide wasn’t an easy alternative back then. My father and brother kept looking for a doctor willing to help. God answered my prayers when He mercifully took my mom home earlier than expected.
God bless you.
I’m so sorry. That must have been so hard.