I spent literally all of 2013 fighting stage 3 colorectal cancer and after going through the chemo...the radiation...2 surgeries and 6 months worth of wearing an ostomy bag, I can say to an ABSOLUTE certainty that I wont do it again if I get a recurrence. I have just become that comfortable with the idea of eternal rest after becoming so tired with life.
I guess what made last year tolerable was the fact that I hadn't been told "you are going to die" so It was fairly easy to just fool myself into thinking that it was just bound to work out. Now I'm back to as normal as I'll get ( bowel adjustments aside ) and I have the next few years worth of dodging bad news to look forward to. All those screens...scans...scopes...all of those things that can just burst my bubble at a moments notice.
So I find myself thinking about death a lot. Not because I want to die but because I want to KNOW how I would die if it came to that. The whole drifting away in a hospice while mourners look on and that last breath after every facet of life has been stolen just doesn't appeal to me but I know deep down I probably dont have the balls to kill myself.
I guess a lot of my problem now is dwelling on how trapped I would feel if someone gave me "the news". It's a pretty claustrophobic feeling. Like the entirety of the universe being shrunk down to a singular hopeless thought.
It seems the only place from which to draw comfort going forward is the delusion that I would spare myself a slow passing. Maybe that will change.
Rambling aside, How would you handle being given a terminal "go home and die" diagnosis? Would you suffer the coming of the inevitable or would you handle it on your own terms while you still had most of yourself left?
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