As it turned out the decision was not that difficult. When faced with only two choices neither of which one does not truly want...it became almost an eeny meeny miney mo, choice, and I came down on the side of 'do nothing' and I'm pleased I did. Now the full might of the NHS and the Hospice are swinging into action to ease my way and all I have to do is get the most out of the time I have; hopefully I shall feel better than I feel at the moment.
The policy of the Hospice movement is 'Do not resuscitate' and at first I had some trouble with it. Was assured that if, for example I was choking on a stringy French bean every effort would be made to help me, whereas they would make no effort to resuscitate if I suffered a major heart attack, or coronary for example when a life saved would be spent unconscious and hooked up to machines. I have opted for a home delivery [nice touch, l thought for I shall be delivered after a fashion.] But all that is way down the line.
Someone will tell me, I hope, if I stray outside of the boundaries of what is decent and tasteful to discuss on an open Blog...though perhaps it's to late to worry about being 'nice'.
Fact is; it doesn't really matter, does it?