I wouldn't want to know when I was to die because I would be looking for it to come. When I am not anticipating it I would be able to fulfill the other parts of my LIFE instead of focusing on DEATH ;0)
I like that my mom "knew" when she was going to die. The doctor told her that with the stage of her inoperable and incurable cancer being terminal, she had 6 months. Ever sixth months for the next 5.5 years she had a birthday and laughed at the doctor. Then suddenly the night she was prnounced into "remission" she never woke up from her sleep and slowly left the next day waiting for most of the family (which is HUGE) to come and say goodbye. I didn't get to say goodbye but I am thankful she saved me from having to do so. She knew I couldn't do it.
So moral of the story, I wouldn't want to "know" when the end was to come. I would like to go out like I live... doing what I love to do and being with the people I love.
Jase,
This is similar to how it was with my mother. She was told she had 6 mo. We went through the motions of chemotherapy treatments. My step-aunt took her out and got her a set of turbans and we did what we could to keep her as comfortable as possible. Regardless though we knew she was dying, and she knew she was dying. Within a week of being told that her cancer was in remission, she passed in her sleep.
Life is a strange thing. When I was younger I wanted to hurry up and get it over with b/c to me, life was unbearable. But over time I learned to enjoy what I do with my time, even it if seems at first like a waste, none of it is. I'm not trying to rush it and I don't want to really know when its coming per se. But I'd absolutely take comfort in knowing that if I did know I would hope that I would continue living it as I live it now. Taking everything in stride - experiencing time as this concept that I could never succumb to - enjoying the company of loved ones, with tasty nectar and pleasurable food.
