The Perfect Terminal End
If I were dying, would I tell my family? I have thought about this often in which I go to the doctors for a normal routine checkup. They do all their normal testing, and since I'm human, I've finally hit the age in which cancer could be something that could potentially pop up more often. The doctor does their routing and asks to do some extra testing due to my age and they find out that I have some terminal illness or at least a severe enough problem that would cause concern. For instance, I have some discolored places on my body like everyone does and the doctors presume that one is cancerous. Another thing is that of late my right eye has been bothering me and they check it and figure out that y receptors are damaged and not repairing making it possible that I'd go blind in the eye. I can imagine the latter happening because I've been in front of many different light emitting monitors from a young age and I love wearing prescription glasses even though I don't need them. I have a condition currently that could be severe in old age due to an injury during sports but that could not come into effect until old age if at all. I'm talking about that my life has been severely shortened or altered, but only I know about it; that is what I wish for by the mentioned question. Would I tell my friends and/or family? Would I have the heart to hurt them longer because they knew something was wrong and couldn't do anything about it?
I'd possibly tell it to past loved ones excluding family. For instance, I would use the fact that I'm dying as to visit places and tell people how I truly think about them, I'd have to let a close friend of mine in on that so that we could drive around the country together on my last adventure. I'd make a total cliche flick about it. My friend and I traveling the country to see its wonders in person and find people that I used to care about to tell them how I feel/felt. As it goes along and my life shortens, my condition worsens and it becomes more apparent to everyone that I'm dying. Actually, thinking about it, I may choose to hide it from my friend traveling with my so that I could surprise him along the way and make it his will to tell my family. From day 0, that day I learned that I was going to die soon, I'd start writing letters to all the people I'd want to see one last time and bring them with me on the adventure. Once my travel partner would find out that I'm dying, I'd ask him to deliver the remaining letters to the remaining recipients. While I lay on my deathbed, I'd write his/her letter restating how we met and the adventure that we just had. I'd hope that all the recipients would come to my funeral and recount my life through the memories that we all had together.
However, as I see it right now, if this does not happen soon, then I will ultimately be dreaming that all this had happened as my corpse dangles slightly above the ground in a location known to few hoping that my disappearance would spark interest in me one last time.