Having the choice at the end of my life has become incredibly important. It has given me a sense of peace during a time that otherwise would be dominated by fear, uncertainty and pain.

There is a difference between a person who is dying and a person who is suicidal. I do not want to die. I am dying.

Right when I was I was diagnosed my husband and I were actively trying for a family, which is heartbreaking for us both.

The reason to consider life and what's of value is to make sure you're not missing out. Seize the day. What's important to you? What do you care about? What matters? Pursue that. Forget the rest.

I hope to enjoy however many days I have on this beautiful Earth and spend as much of it outside as I can surrounded by those I love.

I won't live to see the death-with-dignity movement reach critical mass, but I call on you to carry it forward.

Who has the right to tell me that I don't deserve this choice?