I didn't know what to call this thread, but hey.

I was going to post this in the Birthdays thread but decided not to, of course. I know someone who almost certainly will not see her next birthday. Family friend Sylvia Thompson, who is 85, has had cervical cancer for a few months now. To cut a long story short, it's all been going downhill since last week and on Tuesday she was told she had one week left.
This, of course, has shocked family and friends. But it has left me wondering, truly, if you were told you had one week to live, for whatever reason, if you could go out and about in that time, what would you do?

I personally have no idea what I would do. Being me, I'd probably quit while I was ahead and commit suicide.
I mean, what is there to do? What goes through somebody's head when they have been told, near to the minute, the exact time of their date with, I suppose, destiny? I've heard about, read stories of and seen people who have been told this, and it's left me wondering, how the *beep* do they cope with this?

On the subject, in my grandmother's aunt's family no less than 6 people, all immediate family, died at the age of 72 or very near that age. Now given that Peg is now 71 and a half, that's also left me wondering, what teh hell's going through her mind?

So, my question really is not only what would you do in your last week or so, but also what would you be thinking, how would you react to that?

I can't imagine how bad it would be, however i would hate it more if it was someone other than me, i think the longer the time period the more suffering that happens.
If it was me i would always fight to the end.

Something similar happened with my gran, she had been in hospital for 5 months, then her organs started to fail and she had to be sedated, we were told she had a few days to live, so it was awful that we couldn't say goodbye to her properly as she was sedated.

Let's liven this place up a bit! I'm sure they will never be forgotten, after all and as Dan said we'd love to be able to do things in our last week.

For me, it would be a mountain climb up Kilimanjaro, and to visit Australia, I can't think of much else at the moment, but I'll come back to add more.

Doing that would probably finish you off.

At least I'd go out with a bang!

I very nearly did that a few weeks ago... turned out well in the end though. The Earth wasn't consumed after all...

Haha who actually thought we was going to die??? Or was it just the conspiracy theorists? I know it could have happened, but the chances were so remote!

I would go and see New Kids on the Block in concert at the 02 arena... yes I would... Im not obsessed... shhhh

There - Maud now has someone to go with her!

Im just jumping for joy... can u tell???

All I can tell is that that comment was dripping with sarcasm

jjj

Kids Choice Awards? Bloody hell, I didn't think that still happened

well it does lol
we saw it on telly yesterday, and after seeing half the audience get gunged, i'm pretty glad we didn't go after all

I for one am gutted... GUTTED.

Just purely by intrest, is Sylvia still alive? You don't have to say if you don't want to.

As a matter of fact, I can't tell you how delighted I am to say yes, she's still alive. And conscious I should add, conscious and talking. But I really can't imagine how she's feeling by now...knowing you're one breath, almost, from death, that any second could be your last...must really make you appreciate life one hell of a lot more than you did, if nothing else..

Seriously Dan what the hell has come over you, suddenly you're a lot more sensible as far as life is concerned!

I think I've just gronw up a bit more since I was last here regularly...see, I can be the comedian one second and then suddenly turn into the coroner approaching the deceased's family. I can be serious when I need to be, and I find the matter of a dying person extremely serious.
But I'm still better off as the happy-go-(very un)lucky comedian.

I've always been sensible as regards life, BUT I do tend to see the funny side of it a hell of a lot more. It's only when you hear of a family death one minute and then witness somebody hanging on for dear life ('scuse the very bad pun) that it really hits home - every second, every millisecond could be your last. Death calls just when you don't expect it - which is why my advice to wrinklies is expect to die right now. And keep expecting till you're fed up with life.

(see, see how I like to mix the funny side in with the serious side? Well that, people, is one of the keys to being funny here)