I love this topic as I am facing this right now. I have stage 4 Bowel Cancer and with chemo have 2 - 4 years left but I am aiming for 12 years which sounds really much better. I am receiving chemo as we speak, and have a very glamorous fashion accessory in the shape of a bottle hanging in a very smart lil shoulder bag on my shoulder with a line that goes into an infusion port just under my right collar bone. I have a problem with sleeping hence this late reply, currently 1.30 pm. I am a very spiritual person and I believe the soul goes on when the human suit stops working. I believe we are basically a spirit being having a human experience for whatever reason. I have a strong belief in my concept of God and it brings me great comfort. I guess my fear lies in the way I will pass, pain wise, breathing wise etc but I have great trust in my medical and palliative team so I place that in their hands. I live every day to the fullest. In fact I grab it by the balls and shake the shit out of it. I laugh, I joke, I dance, I sleep when I can, I cry, I get depressed but then come back out of it. I lose my temper, sometimes, and others I go out of my way to be kind. I pray, but not for a cure, for strength to do what must be done. I Have three wonderful daughters and I thank god for them every day. I thank god for everything in my life. yes even the cancer because it has turned me into a much nicer person. Now to the other part... what if I am wrong? What have I lost? Faith gives me a great deal of comfort in this life. I have my belief of what will happen afterwards and it makes me so much stronger but what do I lose if I am wrong.....absolutely nothing. I still have my comfort when I need it and if it all ends with my last breath so be it. Thankfully I believe my soul will go on....One to what? Ahhh that is the next great adventure. People don't realise this but just like being born, death is a life process and one we all go through. I have seen a man die of cancer and it was very peaceful and very easy.He had his pain under control, his wife by his side and a nurse. He died at home, as he wished, and after, his friends all gathered around him to say goodbye. It didn't look like a struggle at all and that is what I choose to do, to slip quietly from this world with my girls with me if they wish to share that with me. I am 67 years old, female and enjoying everyday as it passes. I am in aged care and have made my advanced health care choices known. I have done the hard stuff. Now I choose to dance in the sun for as long as I can. I hope this makes sense and I have explained these feelings of mine adequately enough. Kinds Regards, Suz.
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