Someone asked me, ‘what would you do if you knew you had a limited time to live?’.
If you are working in the medical field like I am, you’d realize it’s the question we ask ourselves over and over again throughout our career having witnessed sufferings and deaths almost daily as part of our lives. But, I bet none of us has actually ever sat down to make a list of ‘what would we do?’. Lately, I have been thinking a lot about it.
I think if I had a progressive illness with a time limit, I would try to be pragmatic about it. Yes, I think I would be that way. Because, I have been trained all my life and professionally for years to put the facts ahead and be realistic about it. Professionally, I always advise my patients to take some time to take in the information about the diagnosis first, to be acquainted with their condition and to come to terms with it. Some might take hours, some days, some months and some even years. And sadly, some will choose not to. Being in the trait myself, I think I would feel robbed of that moment of feeling grief or shock. Because as soon as the person in the other line would give me numbers or the results, I would have flashes of images of statistics, articles, research papers and those patients suffering with similar conditions. But, on positive note, I have some knowledge on the subject to make rational decisions. Being uninformed and unaware of the disease process can add significantly to stress levels.
The first thing I would make a decision about then is, is this something I can talk about with anybody? To unburden myself, maybe to discuss what my next course of action should be, where should I go from here… ? Then I think I’d think about my families, my friends and people around me and choose not to. It’s not like I have only 24 hours a day. Years have a lot of hours on it. Things change. Circumstances change. Besides, I wouldn’t want them to worry. And honestly, they would be in a bigger mess than me. It would be better for my own mental peace and their mental peace. It is at this point, maybe I will hate myself for not feeling stronger or maybe not having someone I can depend on to talk about these things. You know someone who wouldn’t break down and would tell me, ‘it’s alright’. Which then would probably bring me to the next question, ‘what are they really going to do without me?’ so, the next thing on my list.
I’d plan my days to work extra hard to earn extra money. Because as much as I always wanted to believe ‘money is nothing, as long as I have health, I can earn more.’ When you disbalance the equation and remove ‘health’ from it, money is something. Almost everything… It would be nice to feel assured that the house is paid off mortgage and my family would at least have a roof over their heads even if they have nothing. And that I leave them with some emergency contingency plans. Hopefully a generous balance in my bank account and something extra, to ensure my siblings look after our parents well till their last days, in our house and with our families. Our parents have worked so hard all their life, they really deserve a blessed retirement surrounded by people they love.
I’d hope I’d live to see my brothers and sister get married and have little nephews and nieces. I will probably have hysteric fits of laughter just looking at those bundles of joys still in disbelief that my siblings are actually parents! God help those kids! I will have to make sure I leave them little gifts and maybe hand knitted cute blankets. I have been obsessed with knitting for a while now, I don’t know why. And, well it’d be nice to know that they know I heart them right?
I’d have to have my driving sorted. So we could go on extensive family trips throughout the UK. And, yes, extra money would help taking 1-2 exotic family vacations where we would take lots and lots of pictures and videos. I might even print a couple of them out. I don’t know. Rather than being dead, being forgotten feels a little scary at this point… But then, they’d only have memories of good times right? Who knows how cranky I will get when I am writhing in pain. And this isn’t a pretty face when that happens.
I think I would forgive or try to forgive everyone who has wronged me or hurt me in some ways. I think I’m someone who’d take ‘life is too short to hold grudges’ to heart and act on it. I will probably hold people close to my heart nearer and maybe, cut everyone else out of life. Because when you are on a clock, I have seen, people become selfish and for the right reasons. And you don’t want to welcome a good stranger to a life where you know there will be suffering.
To be honest, I’d probably be a little mad at life too. I had always thought about having a family, having an amazing life partner, great children, growing old together… It sounded like such a dream. But if I had a time limit, I’d be in a picky place to make tough decisions. Am I going to call this wonderful gentleman I went out with a couple of days ago and explain to him why I can’t see him anymore? Does it mean, I cannot date anymore? All my dreams and plans have to come to hold? Or am I supposed to give up? What happens to my career? All my life I studied and studied and worked & worked and now? Where does it leave me? Can I even work full time? Can I afford a part time job? How will the disease progress? Am I going to be able to cope with symptoms?
Couple of days ago I was annoyed reading the news about the possibility of the pension age being pushed to 70 or 72 by the time I retire. I was looking at the average life expectancy of people in the UK at birth 2020 to 2022, it was 78.6 for males and 82.6 for females. Mean average age at death of doctors according to an article published in pubmed looking at how choice influences life expectancy in doctors data 2003 to 2012 was 78.5. The idea of working till the 70s and retiring for the last 8 years of life felt ridiculous. Now, the thought of not even making it to that age? I don’t know…
I hope I focus more on my hobbies. Lately I have discovered I love writing stuff, stories and things like that. I hope I travel a little more. I hope I still leave space for new experiences. I hope my disease won’t define me. I really hope it doesn’t break my spirits.
I have seen people who cling on to life to the last moment are people who have never really lived their life. In and out of hospitals, back again and again for chemos and procedures. Who were told everyday, ‘they were fighters’. And they were, and they fought and fought. And fought so hard, till the disease riddled all their bodies and spread out and there was nothing left to fight for. And they still did. But the time left them so far off the track…
I am loved. I am adored. I lived as much as I could. And by mercy of God with healthy years. I hope when the time comes, I am able to let go, feeling blessed. Its not the length of the years you live, the quantity of it; it’s how you live, how is your quality of life. In the end we all have time limits, death is only natural, some of us have an early appointment and some of us have later.