I could say so much about this. I cared for a friend for ten years who was terminally ill with internal Golden Staph.
Her journey was slowly and painfully horrific and I was there every step of the way.
In the last two years of her life she wished so much to die and yet it wouldn't happen.
She begged me that if it looked like she was coming close to death would I please help her to die.
I said I would not do anything physical to help her and her answer was 'but you could talk me down into dying, I know you could'
I loved her very much and it was a hard training ground for me to realise that the choice of death is very much between the patient and God, but that, if I could help in any way, and with God's blessing then, I would do my best.
Finally her illness took her into hospital and a coma. She reminded me before that happened I had promised, and yes, I was ready and willing.
over the very few hours she lingered in a coma I waited, knowing the moment would happened when it was right.
At last it was, she was ready and so I sat with her, holding her hand, and talked about the years we'd had together, that we had succeeded in rearing the 8 children from our previous marriages and that we had worked well together. It was a good partnership. Finally after about five minutes I told her it was time to go, she would not want to come back at this stage. I could feel her slipping away so called the nursing sister.She took her carotid pulse and said it was yet too strong.
I leaned over her and held her hand tightly... "It's time to go, but your heart is too strong, you must stop it."
Two minutes later she died.
I knew hearing is the last sense to leave us, and I have to believe she could hear me.
It was a peaceful ending and one I knew she wanted and was right. She was free from ten years of illness.

Thanks for sharing your tender story

You are very welcome. I liked what you wrote so much :)