When the doctor told me I think he was kind of surprised that I just asked lots of questions. I've always faced life that way, once I know where it is going I stop worrying about it and just work on answers. I worry about the stuff I don't know about!
Dying doesn't scare me. Getting ground up by the medical and insurance industries does. Except for the boat I am pretty frugal. Our house is paid off, we put our daughter through college, paid cash for two used cars, have no credit card debt, and my wife quit her job to take care of our grandson 7 years ago. My insurance is tied to my job, lose my job I lose my insurance. So it all could change real fast now.
My best friend 20 years ago got brain cancer. At the time he was 45 and competing in bodybuilding competitions. The last time I saw him he was 100 lbs and wasting away. I went out of town on business and he killed himself the day I came home. That invalidated his life insurance and his wife got stuck with the all the medical bills not covered by insurance, and lost her house. A couple of years later I took my dog to the vet to be put down. He'd been on heart medication for four years, but it wasn't working any more and he was drowning in his own fluids and coughing terribly. I held him in my arms while the vet gave him the injection. He closed his eyes like he was going to sleep and went limp. My immediate thought was "My god, we treat out pets better than we do any human!"
Gary H. Lucas