This week’s topic is a good one:
If you had the option to know the date of your death, would you want to know?
Well, I can see advantages and disadvantages to this one. On one hand it would be good to know when I’m going to pop my clogs so that I could hand over all my book sites and the running of them to Sam (if he hasn’t lost his marbles by then), and close down all my social media sites and say one last goodbye. I’d be able to transfer my bank account over to Sam, and say goodbye to family and also friends at work. I could jettison the majority of my wardrobes’ contents, to give Sam one less onerous task to do. I could then live it up if I’m able to, and do all those things I’d wanted to do when I didn’t have enough time.
Conversely to know the date of my death would be quite alarming I think. I presume I’d only know the date and not how. Therefore in the run up to the date if I’m still healthy there would be worry about how it’s going to happen. A road accident where I’m possibly in a coma for weeks? A stabbing? Ooh er… the possibilities are endless and I’m sure I’d end up agoraphobic and a gibbering wreck on the settee all day, trying to beat the grim reaper at his own game. If I’m not healthy, then the least little sneeze or cough maybe even years before would make me start to catastrophise and turn a common cold into double pneumonia.
So to answer the question I’d say… no. It wouldn’t be a good idea for me to know when I’m going to turn up my toes. The stress of knowing might kill me before my end date!
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lyndellwilliams47 said:
Yeah. I’d spend the whole day like a scared rabbit wondering how I was going to kick the bucket.
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dgkaye said:
A definite no from me! 🙂
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Stevie Turner said:
Me too.
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Darlene said:
No, I don’t want to know. I would spend too much time worrying about it and not living life to the fullest.
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Stevie Turner said:
Absolutely.
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aurorawatcherak said:
Reblogged this on aurorawatcherak.
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Stevie Turner said:
Thanks for the re-blog. Happy living!
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aurorawatcherak said:
Yeah, I think if I knew when, it would make me either afraid to live or complacent about living. Not knowing keeps me present in this life, right now, and I can’t see a benefit to knowing.
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Stevie Turner said:
Neither can I.
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Clive said:
I can’t think of a more terrifying suggestion!
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Stevie Turner said:
Yeah, it’s awful!
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Phil Huston said:
I would agree with no. And the current system with tenuous probabilities in the face of terminal issues is less than perfect. I had several old friends and/or their spouses go by diagnosis. None of them accurate. Six weeks to two months, get your stuff together goes on for two years. They gave me a year, please overdub something on this song for me, two weeks later and it’s too late. We ALL should know it’s coming, most of of us old enough to have faced our own mortality and are still upright know that. But I wouldn’t want my sell by date stamped on my behind. Like my cardiologist told me 10 years ago. Stop obsessing. Take your meds, live your life. Nobody gets out alive.
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Stevie Turner said:
Too true. I’m living one day at a time – it’s the best way I think.
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Phil Huston said:
Amen
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jenanita01 said:
No, I wouldn’t want to know. Wondering about it is bad enough…
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jenanita01 said:
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Stevie Turner said:
Thanks for the re-blog!
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