lol. no. she has three, he has one. he has always loved turk, so i’m sure he’d get turk and the kitten widget. he raised both of them from the time they had to be bottle fed. my sis will take maggie.
I don’t know why everyone is assuming that the doctor telling you something is evidence that it is, in fact, the case.
I would first get a second opinion. And for all I know, my mind will have been changed by the time I would be informed…
My uncle, after seeing his father die from cancer after living in hell from chemo, swore that he would never go that route- it would be a bullet to the brain if he found out cancer was the diagnosis. When he was diagnosed with 6 months at age 40, after having four doctors tell him they couldn’t tell what was wrong, to live due to metastization of the pancreatic cancer, he chose chemo, in the hopes of 18 months instead.
The chemo killed him two months later.
Doctors are often wrong about many things.
Good one!
And I second (third? … etc.) the point that if my family knows, how come I don’t? If anybody’s kept in the dark it should be me withholding it from them, not the other way around.
And of course I’d want to know. I’d get to set my affairs in order. Right now I don’t even have a will made out, which I keep meaning to Get Around To, since I know full well it doesn’t mean I’m signing my own death warrant, even if everybody at some point secretly thinks it sort of does mean that.
Yes, and I will be canceling that appointment for a root canal.
Hell yeah.
I don’t think I’d do crazy stuff, but I’d stop working, pray more, be with my family, go through the necessary Sacraments and wait.
It depends: what’s going on in my life right now?
Am I spending 12 hours a day working, or trying to find work, in a near constant hustle for the next paycheck to the exclusion of pretty much everything that makes life worthwhile? If so, yeah, I’d like to know that it won’t effing matter if I can’t make the rent next month, so I can stop hustling, stop fretting over money, and enjoy the time I have left. I’d finally go see a movie, in the theatre, just because I can.
Or am I spending my time doing the vocation I love, and have been pursuing my entire life? If I’m happy, if I finally “made it,” don’t ruin it by telling me that it’s about to get yanked away from me.
I voted “it depends” because I’ve met/know a handful of people that were given 6-8 months, 4-5 months, etc. All still alive.
Unless they say, “there is a 100 percent chance you’ll be dead in two weeks”, then I’m not sure.
I do know I would sell my condo ASAP for, like, half the cost and spend, spend, spend!
I will need to clean out my hard drive, so yeah, I need to know. Also, I’ll want to max out my credit cards.
The “I live every day as if it’s my last” assertion does have some logical flaws that indicate it’s a soi-dissant attitude rather than a practical way of life.
Were I to know, I’d high-tail it out on the next flight, visit the people who mean the most to me in the world, then die in the arms of the girl that I love. That’s not something you can do every day. 
Hell yes. I’ve got two small children who are too young to remember me if I were to die now, so I would have a video made of me for them.
When my father had cancer, and was undergoing that wonderful hell called chemo. Things had gone downhill and my father was in and out of consciousness. At that stage, the doctor told us, my mother and I, that the end had come. If they stopped treatment he would be dead within a week, or they could go for what they termed an “aggressive” approach, which would as likely kill him as keep him about the same state, with a slight chance he would be somewhat better.
We opted to go for enough treatment to get him to become coherent, and my mother asked him what he wanted, but he wouldn’t go there. He didn’t want to think about it. My mother and I then decided that the next time it got bad that we would stop all but pain medication, and sure enough it was just a few days.
Knowing you are about to die is a horror for sure. But it’s also a level of freedom which can not be eperienced in any other way. No embarassment can bother you, no shyness can stop you, no repercussions can touch you for long. Think of the things that would suddenly be easy!
Calling up that boy you had a crush on in third grade, just to say “Hey, here’s how special you are, never forget that all this time there was a beautiful woman out there with a seceret crush on you!”
Writing what you really think in a Letter to the Editor and proudly signing your name regardless of what powerful people will disagree.
Skydiving
Cliff diving
Apologizing, forgiving, revealing, daring. Two weeks to do them all at full speed without hesitation.
Maybe we would, and maybe we wouldn’t, but it unless you have always just lived that way anyway, I can’t understand giving up the opportunity.