The one thing that has been certain about death is that we never knew when it was going to happen. Doctors have been asked, for as long as there have been doctors, how long until s/he/I die? And for all the education and science they have learned they can only give a slightly more educated guess than the priest or internet psychic. The closer someone gets to death the more accurate the predictions become.1
I don’t have a date yet but I will be setting one soon. It will likely be in the first part of January. That allows everyone to enjoy the holiday season without me impacting their plans.2 For me, it’s about having some level of certainty and a date gives me that instead of waiting until the absolute last minute when I really can no longer do this thing called life any longer. We will meet the 2nd assessor on Monday after I have my port flushed.
Knowing when you are going to die is kind of an odd sensation. There are a few things I need to do and I just keep procrastinating. I have always worked best under a tight deadline. Deb and Angelina have just gone to make the beginning of the funeral arrangements. Apparently, if the death is anticipated then the paramedics can be skipped and the funeral home people can just come and get me. Much less stressful on the day for everyone involved.
I feel better having a ball park of when it’s going to happen. Our Christmas plans remain in place and all is good.
1 Of course if you keep saying it will happen tomorrow, you will inevitably be correct and you will be able to say that you knew it all the way along.
2 Apparently doctors need vacations too.