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Thoughts before dying

Glen48

Money can't buy Poverty
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For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.





People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learnt never to underestimate someone's capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them.

When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:

1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.

It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.


2. I wish I didn't work so hard.

This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children's youth and their partner's companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.

By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.


3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.

Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.

We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.


4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.

It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.


5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called 'comfort' of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.

When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.


Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.
 
Thanks Glen. Most profound thing I've ever read on these forums.
 
Memorable post, many thanks Glen. A distillation of so much accumulated wisdom, I hope it is read widely.

"Life is a choice. It is YOUR life (Glen48)" - never a truer word spoken.
 
I like this very much. Glen, did you write it yourself? I have read this before...or something very similar.
 
Isn't every thought anyone has a thought before dying? \

Yeah nice post Glen.
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Sorry beyond my ability to write some fing like this, but enjoyed reading it once I cut and pasted and just thought it gives those with a few more years to go, time to reflect.
How often do we find men working all their lives only to end up divorced and in poverty.
Bit more to think about the meaning of life.
Me I am happy with what I have done with in my ability and if the Dr say I had x time left
I would kneecap some one here and die in peace.
 
The list of thoughts are regretful and guilt ridden.

The closest to real anyone could get is to be completely independent of the system. Energy, water, food etc. Life within the system is determined by others and you will never be physically free. Choice is always influenced.
 
I always find it sad that it takes dying for many to contemplate how they've lived their lives.

Wouldn't it make more sense for us to objectively and realistically 'take stock' of ourselves throughout our lives?

I'm thinking in particular of how so many of us tolerate people who are actually toxic to our wellbeing, often family members. Do we actually owe people a presence in our lives simply because we share some blood relationship?

Then there's guilt. We all stuff up. But let's not nourish guilt as a result. If our wrongdoing has hurt someone else, let's have the courage to go to that person and apologise. Treat ourselves with the same kindness and understand mistakes are a part of the human existence.
Then move on..

Try to be kind to others unless they make this impossible. There's no law that says we should tolerate insulting or rude behaviour.

Think carefully about how hard we want to work and what risks we want to take to acquire that affluent lifestyle.
Is it perhaps preferable to accept a more ordinary standard of living in exchange for peace of mind and some genuine leisure time to spend doing what benefits us physically and emotionally?

I'm sure others will have additional thoughts.
 
Is it perhaps preferable to accept a more ordinary standard of living in exchange for peace of mind and some genuine leisure time to spend doing what benefits us physically and emotionally?

I'm sure others will have additional thoughts.
Amen to that, Julia;

You almost sound as if you've read my biography.

Flying between continents, earning good money - but no time to spend it and enjoy the proceeds with your loved ones? It doesn't take near death to come to realise how futile that lifestyle is; although a health scare can kick things along quite effectively.
... and lead to a new start with 90% less income, but heaps more time for the beach,, for living and loving and making music and meeting new friends ...

Then, when the bony guy with the scythe comes knocking, I can spit him in the eye without regrets - because I've had a good innings.
 
It is indeed by Bronnie Ware. I downloaded and read the book - but it was a struggle. I found the book to be more about Bronnie than about palliative care or what she had learned from this.
Personally I found 'The Last Lecture' by Prof Randy Pausch, dying of cancer at the time, far more profound.
Fwiw
Rick
 
A quite lovely book I've just finished is "Nothing was the Same" by Kay Redfield Jamison.
She is a professor of psychology in the US who herself has bipolar disorder.

This is her memoir, following the death of her psychiatrist husband from cancer, of how they together faced his diagnosis and ultimately his death.

It is beautifully written, insightful with respect to her discussion about the differences between depression/sadness/grief, and one of the most uplifting books I've had the privilege of reading for a long time, despite the sad nature of the subject.
 
Glen's story seems to have gone feral: I received it meanwhile for the second time - identical text - as an email. Today's copy arrived from a friend in India.

Neither of which diminishes the validity and sincerity of the thoughts expressed within.
 
I seem to regularly remind some of my colleagues at work that no-one has ever laid on their death bed and said, "I wished I had worked more overtime instead of going home!"
 
I seem to regularly remind some of my colleagues at work that no-one has ever laid on their death bed and said, "I wished I had worked more overtime instead of going home!"

Yeh, I know guys that worked on into their late 60's because they were worried they didn't have enough money.
Turns out that time ran out much sooner than money.
 
Yeh, I know guys that worked on into their late 60's because they were worried they didn't have enough money.
Turns out that time ran out much sooner than money.
Exactly.

Brings into question the whole subject of balance. How much to spend, how much to save etc. Everyone knows that you can't take it (money) with you and everyone knows people that have passed well before their time. Did they do it "right?" Did they cram 80 years of life into 40? Did they travel and have 'toys?' Did they miss out on the good stuff like that because they were too busy?

Money does not buy happiness, but it helps. It is impossible to know how much to spend when one doesn't know what the future holds. Obvious, I know, but always puzzling.
 
Yes, we can only attempt to work out our likely age of demise from our genes and current stats and plan to have enough to see us through that time.

But with some people the acquisition of more and more money becomes a habit, an obsession even. Imo the aim should be to recognise when we have enough, and be a bit indulgent with ourselves from that point.

And I guess be aware that our lifestyle is going to play its part. A couple I know, now in their 60's, have both been chain smokers all their adult lives and consumed massive amounts of alcohol, to the point of ruining their neighbours' evenings for years with their drunken brawling and obscene language.
He is now in a nursing home with end stage cancer in most of his body. She has had a mastectomy for breast cancer, and now has untreatable lung cancer.
 
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