The reason I am angry is because my husband was not dying. He was stubborn. He had Parkinson's. However it was under control. We had a very good neurologist. I took him to see her every three months and he got a thorough examination. I always made sure he got his medications in a timely fashion. But the problem was that he had to get up during the night to go to the bathroom. He was unsteady on his feet. Twice he fell. I borrowed a walker. I begged him to use the walker to walk the few feet to the bathroom. He refused and said he could do it himself. The third time he fell he broke his femur and was dead in three months. He did not have to die at that time. All he had to do was use the walker to help him to the bathroom. So, yes, I am angry.