I'm someone else now. He had no right to make decisions for me. Now the quad who became my law school friend is dead too, but he had a great run. I'm glad he underwent his transformation back when suicide was messy and difficult and no one bought him a helium tank. But, you say, it's a matter of choice.
Society encourages some choices, discourages others, often based on prevailing prejudices.
I think not. You want these desperate people to transcend loss, conquer circumstances, fight back. You value their struggle. You think supporting them is essential to building a society fit for any of us to live in. You answer, Some problems can be solved, some sorrows relieved, but these disabilities and illnesses are incurable.