The lede:

It was 10 springs ago that a Portland woman in her mid-80s sat to talk about her impending death. Doctors guessed the metastatic breast cancer wracking her body would kill her within two months. As the city shook off its winter slumber, the woman — whose identity is still a secret — anticipated her eternal rest.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she said in a recording later made available to reporters. “I can’t see myself living a few more months like this.”

Disease set her on the path toward death, but the woman was determined to choose when and how to take her final steps. For that, she needed a doctor’s help.

The whole shebang.