Adam5 said:
I would want to know. My last month or two would be a blast. All those things that look like fun, but are VERY dangerous, I would do in my last week. Base jumping looks like fun. Ever wanted to climb Mt Everest? Dive off of the cliffs in Rio? Run with the bulls in Pamplona <sp>? Go diving with Great Whites in Australia? Common sense says don't, you could get killed. Big **cking deal !!! If you're about to die anyway..... DO IT !!!!
But Adam5, what about knowing a date certain, at the end of a debilitating illness that precludes doing any of those things? Would you still want to know?
I know, this situation changes the paradigm, because it happens far too often in life.
But the real point is that which I implied in my post in response to Ramm... Why aren't you/we living in the way you describe anyway, with the fulfillment, fun, and so forth?
I probably owe you all an apology here, but during the recent past, I've had two people, who I really like and care about, who knew that date within a couple of months. Both had, for the most part, lived vibrant and loving lives, prior to learning when they would die. Interestingly, one retreated after learning of the time he had remaining, while the other lived (or tried to, anyway) his remaining time much the way you described, Adam5, although he had no particular interest in base, or even bungee, jumping.
Again, sorry for the diversion, but I'm still trying to whittle my way to a better understanding of what I saw, and why, and this thread has served as an additional trigger.
Taler