He always wanted to live, that was their argument, though none of them knew for how long. He was dying and that was totally unacceptable to them.
One time I was asked about hope. Other times wishing for luck was talked about. I felt during those moments that hope was wishing for fruition, but none of them allowed it.
I was also asked quite frequently to keep chasing life on the crutches of a ventilator, drugs and drips, tubes and feeds. I saw pain and suffering; as far as the mind could see I saw no hope.
To some, reality never sinks in. It is those who never understand that it is not about them, and during the process everyone suffers; especially the one who dies.
Others know that when they follow the wishes of the one who trusted them to care for when they themselves could not, it is when hope can be seen working in sync with a wish. Llike it happens in fairy tales; a dying man can be saved by letting him die in peace.