Uncompromising, funny and full of love
JOHN McCarthy was not afraid of dying. He had come to terms with his fate, and although he was devastated by it, he didn’t shy away from it.
“Shit happens, kid. You gotta get on with it,” was his usual line if you got overly sympathetic. But, like everything else in his life, the mental health campaigner and human rights activist wanted to die on his own terms. What he was most afraid of was becoming a burden on his family while he was trapped in a body that was no longer serving him.
