Clean out the damned closets before my husband finds out what a load of carp I've stashed away. Then I could die in peace.

Helene! LOL!!

I have friends, acquaintances, and friends of friends who are going through various cancers right now. Two male friends going through prostate cancer, who don't know each other, have purchased top-of-the-line Mercedes. It's like they woke up and said to themselves - dammit! I don't know how much longer I have, so I'm gonna go get my dream car!

The closer friend has admitted that was the reason. I just had breakfast with him today. He has been the most admirable example through this hard time. He never complains and is always smiling. He is generous and kind to all of us. I only wish if I have to walk in those shoes some day that I can be like him. His wife is the same. These past 3 years or so she has never complained, and she is like a rock for her husband.

I try to live my life as if there is no tomorrow. I had a near-death experience in my early 20s and that changed me forever.

So the answer to your question is that I would do what I'm doing right now.

I get up every morning and say a big Thank You for my life as it is....but I'd also make vacation plans for Hawaii as fast as I could!

Nancy

I'm with you Nancy - I'd go out with a great tan ;-)

It's not so much what I'd do, but what I'd stop doing.

I would stop saying "Yes" to invitations and things I do out of a sense of obligation. I'd try to spend more time with the people I love, doing simple things I enjoy doing. And I would eat dessert any night of the week I wanted it, not only one portion on the weekend!

Quit working and spend lots of time with kids and grandkids.

Well first of all I'd fight like hell for a while and not give in....then I would spend a whole bunch of time documenting my life and my families life, labeling pictures and explaining the importance of certain things, making sure my kids knew the details about their grandparents.

I don;t think I would take any great trips, it would only make me sad to know I could never do it again.

Like Chase, I'd fight it like hell. Unlike Chase I'd never give in and when my time came I'd still be arguing at the Pearly Gates that I wasn't going.

Other than that, it's too depressing to think about, so I'm not going to. I'm going to spend my days just like I always do, cooking with the grandkids, riding my horse, watching my red cows happily chewing, talking to my chickens, all with Elery right next to me, from the time the sun comes up until the time it goes down and be grateful for every darned minute of it. Even the sad parts.

Annie

Like Gina I faced death at a young age and I changed right then and there. I don't think I'd do much differently. Guaranteed a year and no one would face the repurcussions, e.g. my son or mother having to pay my debt? I'd try to get some place tropical with my mom and son, and keep us there for the year, somehow.

Annie one of my biggest regrets, and I know hers too, was Cathy ( my sister for those who are newer) never stopped fighting, never admitted it was, what it was. As a result she never had the talks with Doug and I and Sara that she needed to have, what her wishes were for Sara, what was important for us to do. Her lasts word to me were "we need to talk" I will never let those be the last words to those I love......

A bit morose but my point is there comes a time to accept what is happening, deal with it and share with those who love you.

I would clean our my underware drawer, folding everything just so.
I would go shopping and max out all my credit cards... Give hubs something to remember me by.
I would eat anything I wanted.
I'd smoke cigarettes.
I'd drink cocktails in the afternoon.
I would ride a roller coaster.

I'd just do everything I'm scared to do right now for fear of getting hurt or dying.

I didn't know folding underwear was so dangerous, LOL!

Pretty much what Annie and Chase said.
Get everything "in order", keep fighting and praying.
Spend lots of quality time with family and friends.
Cry alot. Let's be honest here!!

Deanna

Quit my job and walk out the door. Spend quality time with my kids. I wouldn't tell them what was going on so they would act "normal".

Get all my affairs in order and clean out the house (that might tip them off) to save them the headache of dealing with an estate.

Eat anything and everything I want. Travel.

In a way it would be a release from worrying about so many things -- although I'd rather live.

Everything Shaun said except for the cigs and roller coaster.

By the way, Sands, I hope this is a hypothetical question!

I'd get a Louis Vuitton bag and my hair done every 2 days; I'd have DD videotape me an hour a day so I could give instructions as I go along, share all my wisdom,
say all I have to say.

seriously, I think I would pretty much ignore it for the first 6 months and then start a countdown, yikes it must be awful.

I guess we should all try to live our lives fully, as if the one year thing was really happening.

I've faced death a couple of times. I've been lucky...really lucky to still be here.

Now, I think the first thing I would do is try to fall in love with my maker. I want to leave here (this earth) fully aware and in love with who I'm going to spend eternity with...oh, yeah, I'd smoke one last cigarette too! I still linger by doorways that allow people to smoke outside the doors and I haven't had a ciggy in years++++++.

I tidy things up so the kids wouldn't have to deal with disorganized crap. And try to deal with my "affairs" as best I can for the same reason. And I'd say all the goodbyes I feel need to be said. I'd try to refrain from giving some people a last piece of my mind but no guarantees. ;) I'd try to feel gratitude for the good experiences and forgiveness for the not so good. I'd start drinking martinis at 4 pm and have an affair with a much younger man!

Yes Gina, hahahaha!! I just dont want anyone to think I'm a slob with my thongs all hung up on each other.

Pam. I'm ok no worries. But BTDT that's why I asked.

I've been dead twice. First time when they didn't know I had a bleeding disorder. They took my tonsils out. They didn't know I had Von Willebrands, I hemmoraged they had to give me blood but I came back.

I couldn't...My children still need me!

Second time was when my appendix when from 0 to 60 when we were in the Poconos. My Appendix went nuts in one weekend and my family had a bad history moms appendix went shoelace and wound its way around her colon, my sisters appendix blew in one afternoon while I called 911, I only called for help because my dads appendix blew in his body and he had peritonitis for months with his torso wide open.

They took my appendix out and I did not do well. I hemorrhaged again and died on the table. They brought me back again with blood infusions. They hold it over my head whenever it suits them.

Maybe its why my mom is so on top of me all the time and why she thinks I'm so fragile.

I'm not as fragile any more its my turn to help her. I wish she would let me.