There are some good things about my getting cancer, seriously.
My relationships are deeper and more meaningful to me. This is especially true in my marriage. I also find I’m more thankful of little things, simple pleasures, simple surprises.
I feel better that I’ve worked up a comprehensive plan for my wife for after I die. As in most marriages, we have a division of labor. There’re a lot of things I do that will still need to be done. The plan contains the simple and complex tasks, all laid out.
I’m conducting an overdue review of wills, powers of attorney, medical directives, etc. Things that everyone should have right now, but always seem to get put off until it’s too late. Since I have a pretty good idea of the manner in which I’ll die, I’m more confident I’m getting the medical directives done just the way I want.
I’m going through my bucket list. It’s also easy to delay this until it’s too late. That’s not going to happen to me.
In the best, reasonable case I’ll only live 10 more years. That makes financial planning a lot easier. Plus, I can splurge a bit! It also means I’ll very likely die with all my faculties in reasonable shape. I don’t have to worry about being some poor soul slumped over in a wheelchair abandoned in a nursing home.
The manner of my death will likely be heavily sedated, but peaceful and painless.
The timing of my death will probably be forecast fairly accurately by the doctors I am told. That means I won’t die alone, which is comforting.
It’s not the way I wanted my life to work out, but it’s not all bad