He had always been active. Busy at work, busy at home. He and his brother had emigrated from Europe over 50 years ago. They came to seek a new life in New Zealand. They both married local women and raised families. Both of them had remained active in their elderly years, especially our patient. He spent a lot of time in his garden when he wasn’t playing soccer with his grandchildren. He did not handle being sick well.

The constant fatigue troubled him the most. Not being able to do what he loved. It was as if the weeds could tell they were safer with him less active. They quickly took over the garden. His lawn had dandelions growing in it for the first time, they usually did not survive long enough to flower. The lawn was where he would play soccer with the grandkids. He wasn’t able to play any more and the ball would’ve been slowed down by the wild chaotic weeds. He could not get used to his new situation – inactivity.

He hated being unable to do what he wanted. Being forced to sit down after the shortest of walks made him feel useless. The indignity of having to be pushed around in a wheelchair was the worst. He thought everyone was staring at the old man in the wheelchair. Old and frail was how he felt, words he thought would never be associated with him. He didn’t want to live if he couldn’t be independent. Back in Europe, he would not have to go through this torment. If he was a citizen there he could request assisted dying, but New Zealand’s law change was still many years away.

The hospice staff had given him more bad news. They thought he was too frail to live at home. It was recommended that he be admitted into residential care. Away from his wife and his house. Living with a whole bunch of elderly strangers to him meant a severe loss of privacy. It would also cost a lot of his hard-earned money. All the sacrifices he had made to save money, buy his house, raise his children, and spoil his grandchildren. Cheese and onion sandwiches for lunch every day at work for forty years. He could not take it any longer. He had always been what he called determined, and what his wife and brother called stubborn. He knew what he had to do before things got even worse. His family would understand. Eventually.