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As a GP, I felt the lure of assisted dying. That’s why I oppose it

Doctors are not tireless saints. And the ability to deliver both life and death is intoxicating

12 September 2015

9:00 AM

12 September 2015

9:00 AM

‘I want to die. Please help me.’

It was 2 a.m. in the good old days when patients had 24-hour cover by their own GPs. I knew Martin well. His bladder cancer had been diagnosed the year before, but more recently it had spread to the lymph nodes in his pelvis and he had run out of effective treatments.

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Trevor Stammers FRCGP was a family doctor for 27 years and is now a bioethicist at St Mary’s University, Twickenham.

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