It was like pulling teeth to try to get doctors to tell me anything realistic.
I don't get the impression that anyone in the medical community is trying to change this.
Unlike my other family members, I had seen this person once a month obviously deteriorating in line with what every prognosis and statistic would say. My other family members were there every day and couldn't or weren't willing to see the progression. This isn't a movie with a pleasant ending. The only hope is for the suffering to end, from my perspective, and in hindsight, yes, it was a spot on analysis.
With regard to the doctors, now that part was just like in the movies. They hemmed and hawed and made sad empathic expressions, but didn't explain the possibilities at all. They just assume everyone is in a state of stupor, they probably assumed my rapid conclusions were some desensitized state of shock, just as they assumed my other family members clinging to hope was an equally dismissible state of denial.