I'd move to a warm climate.
I'd live in a motel/hotel, so I wouldn't have to do any stupid housework.
I'd spend a lot of time with my kids, more so with my grandkids.
I'd give my stuff away to the people I want to have them, so then there's no fight afterwards.
I'd do all the drugs I want.
I'd tell my next of kin where I want to be buried and other death arrangements.
I'd make sure I tell everyone I love that I do.
If I was bedbound, or homebound, I'd wrap myself in comfort, like a featherbed and goosedown comforter.
Eat anything I want, whenever I want, like strawberry cookie dough ice cream, with starwberry jam topping.
That's it!
My niece, who died when she was 19, knew she was dying a year before she did. She did a lot of the things I mentioned. She didn't tell people she was dying. She gave her stuff away. She spent quality time with certain people, and they didn't know she was dying. She quit school and work. She went to a few concerts that she wanted to go to. She had a boyfriend, who she did tell about her disease, but did not tell him it will lead to her death and that she will likely die soon. She didn't want pity. She made lots of jokes with people who came and saw her in hospital, even though it was like a day or two before her death, which she knew was that close.
She was brave. I was one of the few who she spent time with. She hadn't spent that much time before, but stupid me didn't get it. She also gave me some items of hers. And she joked with me at hopsital. I didn't think she was dying. Even though I knew Cystic Fibrosis would kill her, I just didn't think it was then. She looked better than she ever did. I mistook that for her health being good. Now I know its cuz she was bloated from her organs shutting down.
Not one respondent typed anything about trying to live longer than 6 months, or questioning such a death prediction in the first place.
If some authoritarian told me I'd be dead of disease in six months, I would fire him as my 'doctor.' I would take his death sentence as a challenge, and go to the ends of the earth searching for a cure. Sure, it would be nice to kick back, relax, and have a six month vacation... but I'd be spending every precious second FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE!!!!!
I wouldn't. I'd feel that was wasting the precious time I had left.
if i was single, i'd stop paying my mortage, cash out my 401k and half one hell of a six month ride doing hookers and blow while cruising the country in a leased ZR1.
Goin' out in style.
7/2/06 - Denver, CO
6/12/08 - Tampa, FL
8/23/09 - Chicago, IL
9/28/09 - Salt Lake City, UT (11 years too long!!!)
9/03/11 - East Troy, WI - PJ20 - Night 1
9/04/11 - East Troy, WI - PJ20 - Night 2
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I'd live in a motel/hotel, so I wouldn't have to do any stupid housework.
I'd spend a lot of time with my kids, more so with my grandkids.
I'd give my stuff away to the people I want to have them, so then there's no fight afterwards.
I'd do all the drugs I want.
I'd tell my next of kin where I want to be buried and other death arrangements.
I'd make sure I tell everyone I love that I do.
If I was bedbound, or homebound, I'd wrap myself in comfort, like a featherbed and goosedown comforter.
Eat anything I want, whenever I want, like strawberry cookie dough ice cream, with starwberry jam topping.
That's it!
My niece, who died when she was 19, knew she was dying a year before she did. She did a lot of the things I mentioned. She didn't tell people she was dying. She gave her stuff away. She spent quality time with certain people, and they didn't know she was dying. She quit school and work. She went to a few concerts that she wanted to go to. She had a boyfriend, who she did tell about her disease, but did not tell him it will lead to her death and that she will likely die soon. She didn't want pity. She made lots of jokes with people who came and saw her in hospital, even though it was like a day or two before her death, which she knew was that close.
She was brave. I was one of the few who she spent time with. She hadn't spent that much time before, but stupid me didn't get it. She also gave me some items of hers. And she joked with me at hopsital. I didn't think she was dying. Even though I knew Cystic Fibrosis would kill her, I just didn't think it was then. She looked better than she ever did. I mistook that for her health being good. Now I know its cuz she was bloated from her organs shutting down.
Goin' out in style.
6/12/08 - Tampa, FL
8/23/09 - Chicago, IL
9/28/09 - Salt Lake City, UT (11 years too long!!!)
9/03/11 - East Troy, WI - PJ20 - Night 1
9/04/11 - East Troy, WI - PJ20 - Night 2