e was a healthy seventy-year-old before the stroke. It was four weeks earlier in a hospital in South Africa that his son asked him the question. “Dad”, he said. “We spoke about this before. If you wanted to go through with this”. His son hesitated then gasped for breath and tried to be brave. He was not. He struggled hard to hold back his tears. Just the other day his father was strong and proud and there he lay, weak, skinny and engulfed by a cloud of despair. “I have made arrangements with the clinic in Europe, Dad”, he said, wiping his wet
