The sky is a glorious blue. The cherry trees are in full bloom. It is the sort of day that makes you feel glad to be alive. Isn’t it, Wendy?
Wendy Duffy gives a little half smile. ‘I won’t change my mind,’ she says. ‘I know it’s hard for you, sweetheart. It will be hard for everyone. But I want to die, and that’s what I’m going to do. And I’ll have a smile on my face when I do, so please be happy for me. My life; my choice.’
By the time you read this, Wendy, a 56-year-old former care worker
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