It's a very interesting question.
It was during COVID. It was two years ago. We were in lockdown at the time.
It would be easier for me to continue in French, if that's all right.
Because it was in the early days of the COVID‑19 pandemic, we kept the house as long as we could. He was of course receiving palliative care at the time, through the outpatient service from the hospital that would come and provide services at home when required. But Dad wanted to die at the hospital, not at home, probably because he would have found it difficult if Mom were to die at home. He therefore insisted that he be taken to the hospital. Once in the hospital, though, he couldn't have any visitors. Mom was also over 80 years old. So I found it unacceptable for her to be supporting Dad without any other help from the family. So I contacted the province's Office of the Chief Medical Officer of Health for permission to have at least one of the children providing support. We received permission. I was there the day before Dad left us, and my brother was there the day he left.
The preparatory process was gradual. For a number of years, Dad had been telling us that once he no longer had any quality of life and wanted to put an end to his suffering, he would request medical assistance in dying. He came to that decision quite a long time beforehand. He had spoken to his doctor, but that's not who performed the procedure. The Restigouche medical team in charge of the procedure was very conscientious and did their work highly professionally. Not only that, but for Dad, the wait was a little too long. He would have liked to go to the hospital and for it to be done within a few hours or days. But it took a lot longer. Towards the end, he was saying that waiting to die was taking too long. He nevertheless joked with us right up to the final minute, but he was ready, and we said goodbye to him.
When I drove him to the hospital with Mom, we were crying, of course, but I respected his decision and it was important for us to tell him so. We understood his suffering and respected his choice. I think that it was important for him as well as for us.
For my mother, the experience was different. When her father had died, she was with him, and he died a peaceful, natural death. She always used to say that her father's death was like a candle burning out. For my father, however, the emotional experience was different. He was her spouse, they were the same age, and they had shared 60 years together.
It was therefore more distressing and difficult for her, because the process took a lot longer than she had expected. After the drugs had been injected, it took about 20 minutes for his heart to stop beating. But even though she found it distressing and hard, she respected his decision.
Up to that point, my mother had always said that when she was ill near the end of life, she would opt for that solution. However, after her experience with my father, she didn't want her children to have to go through it again.