My dad accepted palliative treatment which is different from ongoing active treatment aimed at a possible cure. It meant that he could come home from England to us in Scotland for his last few months and even managed a hill walk with an old friend who had travelled all the way from the North of England to see him the weekend before he died. My mum refused any suggestion that she may have cancer - she did - and/or might need treatment for it as she was already frail after surviving DVT's in both legs.... She had achieved a long held dream of visiting New Zealand, the home of a man who had asked her to marry him the week before he was killed in WW11.... She met all his relatives, who were delighted to learn he had wanted to marry her. They invited her to stay with them and gave a party for her with all his friends. They also gave her his family tree which showed a strong link with Morayshire and Orkney which are significant places for us too...! When it was clear that, although brilliant NHS care had saved her legs, she would not recover her independence, she died suddenly within 6 months of her NZ trip. I think I would accept palliative care if it would improve the quality of my last few months but otherwise not 'not strive....to keep alive' ....