Funny thought started by this: Though I am "recovered," for better or worse, for the rest of my life I am forced to live basically 6-12 months at a time -- the brain tumor could come back at any minute, and if and when it does, the medical consensus is that the next time will be worse than the first. So I don't understand the concept of "when I'm old" despite what my 401(k) says. Makes for potentially an interesting thread though. Focus: You have 6 months to live. In those 6 months, your physical abilities will not dwindle. Your mental faculties might. What do you do? Alt. Focus: A loved one is given 6 months to live. What do you do now?
Alt. Focus: I went through this exact scenario last year. I'd like to say that I took him to some destination that he'd always wanted to visit, or that I took him to accomplish something that he'd always wanted to do, but I didn't. I DID try to urge him to come with Li'l Bandit and I to do something, anything, and get out of the house, but by that point (when he was physically able to move around without extreme pain), he just wanted to stay home and watch sports. As his disease (rapidly) progressed, the only thing I could do for him was to try and make him as comfortable as possible.
What do I do? Travel. So much travel. As much as possible and then wrap it up with my loved ones. I’m also pragmatic as fuck so i plan my funeral and cremation.
Focus: Shut off all social media accounts, quit my job and cell phone. Then spend that time here at home with family, having some beers at the lodge with friends, and just doing the things I love doing as much as possible.
Check the fuck out. That's one of my greatest fears after watching my relatives with Alzheimer's and Dementia. There is no way I'm going to be completely dependent on anyone for everything, especially since I'd probably be in a nursing home....not having any family and all. Fuck that noise.
Drugs. Another triple decker (pot cookie, mushroom chocolate, LSD tab all for breakfast). Skydiving (lame, but yeah). Meditate in the woods. If anything, I'll probably wish I didn't spend so much time on cars that I never owned/drove/sniffed.
Hookers and blow. And more hookers. Crazy, porn star off-the-charts shit. And more blow. Go hard until I don't wake up. If I make the news in a "you're not going to believe this..." fashion, then I will have succeeded.
I kept trying to think of a romantic story but everything I came up with began and ends with "redneck dies while..."
Climb, but leave the ropes/pro at home and ski way, way faster. I’d also get some backcountry gear and not worry about all the pesky avalanche education.
Strangely enough, my wife brought this up recently - relative to me having a terminal illness, not her. I think it was while she was paying my life insurance bill. Anyway, she informed me that, if I should find myself terminally ill with 6 months to live, she would be taking a leave of absence from her job and I'd be quitting mine, and we would spend the 6 months traveling the world, doing anything and everything we wanted, until either I died or we burned through all of our savings. Come to think of it, she seemed oddly excited about the prospect.