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As I said earlier in this thread, cancer doesn't just take your health or your life, it takes your dignity.
Few things are as pitiful as the way people waste away in the final stages of the disease. The way they increasingly become bedridden, the way they lose immense amounts of body weight in a short time until they are only skin and bones, thus becoming shockingly weak and frail, and the way they are just in complete misery with no hope left at all.
My brother died of a malignant brain tumor. It was horrible. But the worst thing was, he was probably one of the brightest minds you'd ever meet, and he had a Ph.D. in chemical engineering. While he was pretty much just waiting for death, you could see the cancer eating away at his mind, at the person he was intellectually. That was probably the toughest part... seeing his intellect fade away, and him increasingly regressing to the state of a helpless child, with only occasional lucid moments to remind you of the person he once was.
I honestly don't know what I would do if a doctor told me I was going to die that same way. I really don't. In the face of such impending sheer and utter misery, I guess suicide would not be the worst option.