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I'd commission a Y-shaped coffin ready for the end after all the shagging.
I'd go on holiday by the seaside for a long time with MrAdamW and my wonderful mutt.
I'd most probably seek out some other buddhisty-types and meditate to prepare for the end calmly.
Oh, and I'd borrow a MAHOOSIVE amount of money. Coke and rent-boys I guess 😀
a Y-shaped coffin ready for the end after all the shagging
Erm...what kind of sexis it you'd be having?
Sod it, I've changed my mind. I'd see just how much cocaine it would take to have a drug fueled sex heart attack.
Put my affairs in order, spend time with the family, buy a wingsuit. In fact, I shall have to put this sage advice to my sister and see what she thinks 🙂 . To be honest as already said, depending on the disease, the last six months may be one long debilitating, muscle-wasting, migraine and nausea fest. So definitely the wingsuit and maybe an interesting rock formation.
Candoavid I'm sorry for your loss.
Erm...what kind of sexis it you'd be having?
Wrong question! What kind of sexis *won't* I be having!? 😛
Get the 'how many days to' app.
Get the 'how many days to' app.
Cry, spend time with family and real! friends.
Get house\finances in order.
Do everything you can to beat the odds! And try despite treatment and setbacks to do be normal. If at all possible get a holiday or at least a few nice days away here and there when you can.
I would fight the prognosis. Nothing is inevitable.
Sod it, I've changed my mind. I'd see just how much cocaine it would take to have a drug fueled sex heart attack.
This. Gotta go out rock and roll. Pissing yourself in a hospital bed whilst slowly rotting away from cancer is totally overrated.
Anyone who chooses chemo for all but the pretty survivable cancers is on a high road to nothing, would rather sit on a beach, surrounded by half naked women and OD on heroin.
Cry, spend time with family and real! friends.
Why, it's the real/old friends who start acting weird when you're about to kick the bucket. Total strangers all the way.
Do everything you can to beat the odds! And try despite treatment and setbacks to do be normal.
Why would you sit in a ward pissing/shitting yourself half to death off your face on chemo drugs, to maybe survive another year but pretty much....statistically speaking... be ****ed in the long run.
You're never going to be immortal, the only thing that may be immortal is the memory of how you died. Make it as legendary as possible, have fun, wave your dick at god and tell him to do one.
What do you think Keith? Have we got this all wrong? Tom clearly knows his onions...
[pokerface]
Tell that to my other half Tom..
She got a terminal diagnosis 10 years ago after her second brush with Hodgkins Disease..
She ran a half marathon soon after
Either what Bullheart said - even the experts don't know everything, so set out to prove them wrong. Or the more sensible answer; get your affairs in order (not the Sarah from accounts type affairs, though), and then spend the time doing things you want to do with people who you care about.
Also - what Rumbledethumps said. Why should it take a 6 month warning to make us change. OK, there's certain things that we have to do, like work, so we can live, but if you feel every day's a grind and wouldn't spend your last 6 months doing it, why do we blindly spend the next 30 years doing it instead.
Who's got Sarah's number?
2nd diagnosis for sure. A friend was diagnosed with liver cancer given months to live. This was in Sheffield other day he was moving to London to be close to family so he was referred to a hospital there. They "took one look", operated to remove half his liver and he's still going 10 years later.
This
"fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run"
Until it wasn't possible.
Well Bullheart sounds like Toms got all the answers, we'd best give it all up now, apparently its not worth spending time with our loved ones or kids.
By the sounds of it I should get all the morphine and meds in the house and end it all now before the wife gets back from work with our son.
Or not!
We need to meet up again soon for a cuppa. Before we're dead.
The '6 months to live' prognosis is made up basically from Dr's opinion based on what they've seen with other patients in the same condition.
People sometimes think you'll live completely normally for 5 months and 3 weeks, before suddenly getting ill and dying.
My younger brother died in 2013 from cancer, he fought it for 6 years, but in the end it spread and ultimately got him. He was 36.
I remember sitting with the Dr at his bedside in the September, where he was told they had run out of options and he probably had 3 months, but less than 6 months.
He died 4 weeks later, his liver failed due to being full of tumours.
He spent the time seeing as many friends/family as he could manage (he was unable to leave hospital) and helping his Mrs sort out as much paperwork etc as he could.
So having lived through someone else going through this process I'd say the little things are the biggest - My Bro loved the time we took him out for some fresh air (hospital garden) and feeling rain on his skin - he said at the time he thought he'd never feel it again.
The practical.
Sort stuff out so that my loved ones had very little to do when the day came.
Sell a pile of stuff that will be tricky to deal with when I go.
Make sure my will is clear, my wishes post departure are clear and that there is enough money for an almighty booze up on my behalf.
The fun.
Go back to New Zealand the do the Nevis Bungy again.
Ride down (and up if i'm able) Alpe D'Huez again.
Go and see as much of the world as I can with my wife in tow.
Spent time with mates talking rubbish.
Eat the finest food and drink the finest wine I can get my grubby claws on.
Polish off the bottle of vintage Port I've been saving for a "special occasion".
The serious.
Fight with every breath whatever it is that's killing me, try to defeat it.
Smile, if my departure is imminent I may as well enjoy myself hadn't I?
[i] Take up wingsuit base jumping. And what Cougar said[/i]
Wingsuit and catching STi, Simultaneously!
If it really was the end with no chances then I would have to try smack, crack and crystal meth, just to see what all the fuss is about.
Some of the more fanciful responses make me wonder if (to twist the usual adage) death is wasted on the dying. All the people I've known with a terminal diagnosis have been rather preoccupied with being the sickest they have been in their lives to be wingsuiting or robbing banks.
Condolences to Candoavid above and big respect to a couple of rather ill people above showing remarkable resilience.
Honestly? My life is passable at best. No real problems but since splitting with Tigger not a lot going on. Biking is the big thing. I'd have a good ride, a night with pub mates ( not real mates) send a group email at 3am to real mates and finish myself.
I'd recycle some old Bob Monkhouse jokes...
I'll add to the silly responses:
I'd find a gigantic cliff-like mountainside somewhere, build a huge ramp at the top and jump my bike off it wearing a two parachutes, a drogue and a full chute. I'd soar for ages, do the biggest cross-up followed by multiple backflips and supermen and whatever else I could think of on the way down, all filmed from a helicopter. Then I'd pull the drogue and slow down enough to try and land it, unless it looked like there was no landing then I'd pull the full chute.
Far too dangerous to try in any other situation.
Sorry but I have to rise to the troll that is Tom. It's rare even on here that someone is so insensitive and rediculously pompous that it makes me angry.
Bullheart and Keith are living examples of spirit and good souls who don't rise to door handles like you. Gents I salute you and hope you're doing ok.
I think I wish I'd had toms foresight and then wouldn't have been able to read his comment and respond as I doubt they have wifi in the afterlife.
Oh and to answer the op, I did a reasonable amount of crying, lots of hugging and being with loved ones. Five years ago....
If I had 6 months left......I would work my tits off....just so my family can live a bit more secure for when I'm gone