Would you cry? Would you be angry? Would you be depressed? Just curious.
Most Helpful Girl
I'd probably cry, but that'd be because it was like something that my body would just make me do. Like even if I didn't feel like crying, I'd probably cry. Honestly, I think I'd just be okay with it and accept it. My life is kind of shit so if I were to find out I had cancer, I probably wouldn't really care.0
Most Helpful Guy
It would depend on what kind of cancer and at what stage it was discovered, but I am assuming you meant "You have 3 months to live" kind of deal. In that case, I would probably feel a roller coaster of emotions that would last a short time, but ultimately, I am not afraid of death, so I would just accept my fate and try to restructure my life in such a way that I would make the most out of what is left of it. I would scramble to plan, for the future (sounds funny now that I wrote it out, but hey 3 months is still the future). Essentially, give me about 3 days of confusion, anger, fear, disbelief, and panic, then 3 months of "living."
I did a paper on this topic for Philosophy of Life and Death. It was the first assignment of the year. Its purpose was to guide us towards what we felt it really meant to be human and to "live" (rather than just "be"). By thrusting the inevitable and imminent fact of death upon us, we are forced to confront our existence and its meaning. Some philosophers believed that death is the only thing that gives our existence any meaning. They were wrong, but death is certainly something that unites us all. At least until technology (maybe) changes that.
Anyway, in my paper I wrote that I would write letters to each of the people that matter to me (which is only a handful). I would tell them why I loved them and what they meant to me in my life. I would ask them not to mourn me (in vain, I am sure), but rather to honor me by marking our experiences together as something to smile about and be thankful for, and to utilize its abrupt and unexpected conclusion as a catalyst to their own personal growth so that I die dignified in the eyes of the ones who mattered to me.
The letters would be the hardest part. After that I would just go camping with my girlfriend and my dog until either I die peacefully (hopefully at night, while embracing my dog and my lover, staring at the stars), or I would off myself; either by jumping off a cliff whilst high on as much LSD as I could get my hands on, or have my girlfriend blow my brains out while I orgasm (if the cancer came with excruciating pain).
After we handed our papers in, the question was: why aren't we doing those things now? And now, I can't tell you how much time I've spent thinking about just living alone in the wild with my dog since I wrote that paper. At first I thought the assignment was a joke, but now I think it was on to something.0