My cope is accepting their choice to not be safe. My dad didn't like going to the doctor. Always assumed it will work out, until it didn't. Life gave him the choice between going to the doctor and dying, and he died. And he regretted his choice in the end, had 3 weeks to think about it. You handle that 1% risk differently when you find out today is your unlucky day. He was free to pick as he liked, and he did, and it killed him, and he got no second attempt. He still chose. He could have played it safe, but he picked this way.