Oh pooh, I've just been diagnosed with the Big C. Drat! This is not the way I wanted to leave this World, a lingering end. I always hoped for a car crash or massive coronary, something like that so you don't know what hit you. Oh well it seems you can't always have what you want!
Now I'm going to have to finish making the arrangements that I started 2 years ago. You know -- stuff like the Will. Cashing in the Life Insurance policy so the kids can bury me without going broke, getting the Stocks and Bonds distributed, trying to figure out how to get my daughter out here to pick up the stuff she wants. I'm not even sure if I can turn stuff over before the actual demise -- don't want Uncle Sam taking a huge cut. I have no idea how to handle Probate so the Kids don't have debts they can't pay, like late hospital bills, and funeral expenses. Not that I have any friends anymore who would come, and I have a very small family. Heck I don't even want a funeral, they can just throw a party and maybe reunite after all these years.