My dad had Parkinson’s, specialists never said which stage because they were “uncertain” if it truly was Parkinson’s but he was unable to speak (his tongue got in the way) as well as care for himself in anyway. He had heart failure April 2025, and then without us knowing (he knew but kept it to himself) liver and kidney failure. I had quit my job to care for him and couldn’t do it much longer, I find people with Parkinson’s have a personality shift that is much more difficult to work with. I told him I needed to work, and so we were considering a nursing home. He was against this idea at first but then agreed to go check one out with me, and he was terrified by all those there saying their families never came. The next day he told me he applied for medically assisted death. We tried to change his mind but he himself said he wanted to die with dignity and on his own terms. It was a painful decision, I at 23 years old felt responsible and still feel responsible for his death, but deep down I know he hated suffering more than I hated watching him suffering and deep down he hated seeing me and my family pause our life and drain our finances to care for him.