The prospect of legislation in favour of assisted dying (“Thin end of the wedge”, 12 July) fills me with fear, horror and desperation. I am the father of two disabled people, a daughter and a son, both with a mitochondrial disorder, now in their early forties, both increasingly showing the effects of that disorder with mobility, intellectual and sensory impairments. Yet they live happy and fulfilled lives at a residential home run by the Bristol-based charity Hft; and they are well-known in the Catholic community in Evesham as they insist upon their carers getting them to Sunday Mass. However, in addition to the mitochondrial problems, our son has stomach cancer, while our daughter is plagued by recurrent bowel fistulae. Last year she was in Cheltenham General Hospital f