My sister died after 18 months of horrible operations, chemotherapy and round the clock nursing at home, then in the local hospice. She couldn't eat at all for the last six months so was tube fed. The unpleasant side-effects of her illness were completely alleviated in the last two weeks when she was on the LCP, and her pain relief was adjusted daily so that she was not being mithered by observations, blood tests, injections and all the other things that make a fading life miserable. Nurses were there to comfort her, stroke her hand, chat with the family, make sure her mouth wasn't dry and keep her and her bedding fresh. The LCP was discussed with her before she chose to go into the hospice, when Macmillan nurses were visiting. She raised the issue first.
Any doubts we had about being helped to die were relieved by being part of this process. There was nothing to benefit her from trying to prolong her life for a few more days or weeks. She wanted to be allowed to die peacefully, with her loving family there beside her, and her wishes were met. She knew, so did we, that increasing her drugs would mean her dying in due course - those drugs stopped pain, calmed and sedated so she would no longer have moments of panic, and they affected her memory so she was not distressed about anything that had happened to bring her to her last few days. She occasionally woke, squeezed a hand or smiled, knew we were there. She lived for a week longer than expected, and there was no sense of undue haste. In the weeks before she died, she planned her funeral and her will had been done long before. She was ready to die.
We need much more support across the board so palliative care is as good as that provided by hospices, and the independent choice to die with assistance in our own homes, if we decide that is what we want.