This past weekend I was lucky enough to spend my time on a beach with some friends of mine. I did a ton of walking on the beach. I noticed things I have never noticed before and I had a ton of things that popped into my little head.
The one thing that kept popping into my head is a bit morbid and for people who truly know me that is not an odd thing! The thought that kept coming to me was, if I had some deadly disease like cancer would I want to know?
I have known people who have passed away with no notice. I have known people with cancer who fought and won their battle. And I have known people with cancer who fought like Hell and lost their battle.
I am the type of person who only goes to the doctor when they are really sick. And even then I go kicking and screaming. My mom was the same way. I think the conclusion I came to was that I would rather live each day like it was my last. I would rather die living, than to live dying.