My greatest hope is that people in New South Wales will see the sense in voluntary a...

Dear Member of Parliament, on Voluntary Assisted Dying I feel it very important to a...

It's six years since I was diagnosed with lung cancer and still hard to believe how ...

Australian music legend Keith Potger has lent his support to calls for voluntary ass...

My husband and I had been Members of Dying With Dignity (NSW) for thirty years. We h...

My mother passed away in 2002 at age of 82.

She was an asthmatic from 6 month...

My mother Joyce was born 18th January 1927 and passed 16 February 2016.

Mum w...

I am exasperated, devastated, and relieved. I’ve experienced these emotions during t...

I’ve been suffocating for two years. I was diagnosed with chronic obstructive pulmon...

Father loved to do practical things and tha...

When life hurts more than death, when suffering overtake...

Our beautiful Dad took his own life on Friday 9 October 2015 at the home he shared w...

My sister Patricia Ellard died in August 20...

This is the story of my brave, sensitive and loving father. Russell Alfred Walker wa...

While on my first placement as a student nurse in a nursing home I cared for a patie...

I lost my mum three years ago at the age of 87. She was doing so well for her age bu...

It turns out goodbyes are important.

’ll give you an example of one night that was probably in the last 10 days of Deb’s ...

Ever since having seen my late mother, Edna Fitzgerald, suffer so much when all she ...

My father’s death was kind and loving.

My father originally appointed four persons who could make a euthanasia decision for...

My dad died this year from a brain tumour.

My father died of lung cancer in the mid-1980s.

In 2014 I had a cold. It was very painful and on 10 November 2014 I experienced the ...

Eleven years ago, my mother had a stroke and took seven months to die.

My mother, Catherine (Kit) Sanotti, was a fit, healthy, vibrant 73-year-old woman.

My mum, Gloria Mable Ohma, was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS) in her late 30...

As a nurse and midwife, I’ve witnessed life’s first and last breaths many times.

I’m a retired physician. I had been working for over 50 years in my profession, firs...

I am an ex-nurse and, in my later years, studied a diploma of social sciences. In bo...

My mum, Betty, had a wonderfully full life.

My brother Paul had been diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer that had spread t...

Dear Mum, I’m so sorry I didn’t kill you.

I came close, believe me. The pillo...

In January 2016 Lady Stephen wrote Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull an open letter di...

My story is on behalf of and in memory of my mother, Dorothy Joan Meikle, a staunch ...

Three years, eight months and 28 days ago, I was left a letter from my mother’s best...

I have advanced, progressive multiple sclerosis. I am totally disabled and can’t mov...

John had suffered for five years with terminal bowel cancer.

eople’s bodies at end of life do amazing things. Bones break. Organs fail.

I had a fully paralysed patient on life support with end stage neuromuscular disease...

Her suffering defied belief. My bestie, Rhoda, was the outgoing one of our group.

On 27 December my friend Graham had no idea he’d spend the next 10 weeks on a rough ...

I lost my mum last month. She had pancreatic cancer.

My strong, wonderful mother had a living will and was determined to avoid the fate o...

I am a 90-year-old EDA veteran affairs pensioner. I have recently arrived home from ...

Isn’t it strange, the various pathways that lead us to the world of voluntary euthan...