Taking part in a discussion with eldercare campaigner Marion Shoard on Woman’s Hour yesterday was one of the scarier moments of my life. Almost as bad as flying in an aeroplane (which for me tips over into miserable experience). But I had the same heart rate going through the roof. Same wanting to throw up. Same throat muscles closing in on themselves.
Since the subject was talking about dying, I realise that some people might think this reaction a bit extreme. Surely nothing is more frightening than the thought of dying.