When my husband died in December there were a lot of meds to get rid of and I just took them to a chemist as I was advised to do. There was also masses of stoma bags and equipment, plus boxes of catheters and paraphernalia, and I was advised to bin all of it, even the large unopened box that arrived after he died. I saw something in the local paper about the Lions and the Ukraine, so I got hold of them, and happily it is all now going to the Ukraine on their next visit.
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother


