Same (and with Parkinson’s to boot), it’s an incredibly cruel death. Would not wish it on my worst enemy. What really sucks about it, for me, is I never got to see my dad “die”, it was just a years long slow torture that slowly took it’s tax out on my mom, and then one day he’s just gone. No proper goodbye, just watching the man who raised me slowly turn into a husk. When it was finally time we all felt nothing but relief for him finally being out of pain. My dad was a trooper, never complained for a moment about what a shit hand life dealt him. If he’d had the presence of mind at the end that he did at the beginning, I have absolutely no doubt that he would have chosen to save my mom the pain and medical bills.