When told I have an incurable cancer and was in stage 4 (the last before death), I wasn't expected to last another 2 months to Christmas that year. I started writing like crazy to communicate my thoughts to my loved ones. I made it a point to spend more time with my daughter. I reached out and met my son. I made more art. I made it a point to savor each day that I woke up again. I followed the doctor's recommendations in the hopes of getting into a remission. I made cartoons about it. I blogged about it all to keep loved ones informed and to help others in similar situations hopefully cope a little better. I started speaking my mind a lot more, and holding back a lot less.
I took up smoking cigarettes too, since I was no longer afraid I'd get cancer and would be dead within a couple months anyway! I quit again later, but yeah...
With the help of science, medicine, chemotherapy, monoclonal antigens, and a positive attitude, I managed to get into a remission and survive. Two years later when it returned, I did it again. Several years after that, about 10 months ago, my symptoms returned in a very aggressive way, I got a whole new variant of my incurable cancer, and I dug in to beat it again, this time with a stem cell transplant added into the mix about 2 months ago because it was so aggressive that the chemo alone wasn't going to cut it. My hair is just now starting to grow back, and my energy levels are returning. I'll have a PET scan in May and a review of it in June to see if the remission is holding it in check again for awhile or not.
It's been 11 years and 4 months since I initially found out, and every day is a special day I never thought I'd have to enjoy, so I do. In all that time, I've never known if I've got 6 months, 6 years, 16 years, or even more remaining, but I'm making the best of every day I have left as though it's my last - within my means. I don't have the money for a round the world adventure fulfilling a bucket list. I don't have the energy to climb mountains anymore. I've no interest in pursuing the supernatural.
But I'm still looking forward to setting up a new studio space with my gear this spring and to get shooting again. Looking forward to day trips to scenic or educational or fun places. Looking forward to enjoying time with my daughter and grandkids and other family and friends.
This much I can tell you: You get a whole new perspective on daily life when you really come to understand that your days are truly numbered.