As much as I would like to think that the situation is very slowly getting better, and that we are eliminating bad deaths, I just do not see that happening.
Maybe it will improve as more baby-boomers find themselves dealing with the failing health of their parents and demand better. I hope so. Yet presently not a week goes by that I do not hear from someone about the terrible death their friend or family member had to endure. Just today, as I write this, the widow of a dear friend of mine called. She told me about how one of my best friends, whom I had known since 1985, played tennis with many times, and whose friendship I greatly valued, died in agony yesterday.
Despite being in hospice care, he suffered greatly for at least five hours, begging to be put out of his misery, before finally having the relief of dying.
Damn, I hope we change this.