CanadianSun said...what are your perspectives on this? are you one of them or know one of them?
I've seen a lot of this, know a lot of them, almost been one myself. Was twice told I was terminally ill, which failed to panic me. I assumed it was a misdiagnosis, which they both eventually proved to be. I lost no sleep over it.
Then earlier this year I had 2 doctors tell me that having prostate cancer was a high probability. I wasn't very much phased, told them to delay the biopsy crap, give me antibiotics, my PSA would fall back to normal levels. It did. I simply will not be stampeded into believing the worst, though I did post my concerns here, a little unsettled at first, then taking a more detached wait-and-see attitude.
Doctors told me my late partner was terminal, and I watched him die over nearly 2 months, literally breathing his last breath in my arms. And I was told my father was terminal, too, which he never knew. I spent his last 6 weeks with him, watching him have no fewer than 4 heart attacks when I had to rush him to the hospital each time, trying to keep him alive. And I could tell you other stories about watching people around me die before my eyes, a list that would be very long.
So yeah, I know a little about this topic. The drawback to my toughness is that I become immune to death, and to loss, too numb to feel anything anymore. You finally withdraw into yourself, and expose nothing that might be hurt yet again. You find a way to survive, but at a cost that is very high, the tradeoffs making you wonder if it's worth it.
Well, in any case, we are all terminal. The only variable is the timing. I've gotten far enough along that now I can rest, sort of an emotional retirement from this issue. Had a very rich and interesting life, and if I were told tomorrow I was a dead man, though I wouldn't welcome the news, neither would I feel cheated or a victim. A nice place to be, sorta like having the ultimate "life insurance."