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Suppose that you are diagnosed with some disease that will only allow you to live for 3 more months.

What would you do during the last 3 months of your life? Finish getting your pilot certificate or rating? Fly somewhere you always wanted to go? Anything related or non related to aviation you would do?
 
Fly, skydive, fly, skydive, fly to exotic location, skydive at said exotic location, fish at said exotic location, surf at said exotic location, fly.
 
The only aviation related thing i'd do is sell my planes so my family didn't have to dispose of them for a cut rate after i'm gone.

I have actually been told something along these lines except they thought 3 weeks. They were off a little though. That was in 1993.
 
I would drop out of college and spend the last 3 months flying every single day to get my sport pilot certificate.

Fly first class to Dubai with the Emirates Airlines Airbus A380 just to experience flying in the largest airliner in the world with style.

Go tour around Dubai and visit the Burj Khalifia.

Fly an LSA to the Bahamas and island hop around the Bahamas.

Fly an LSA around Yosemite National Park including Yosemite Valley.
 
I'm guessing your medical would come into question if you had some disease which gave you only three months to live. On the other hand maybe you wouldn't worry about getting caught...

I would walk the Camino de Santiago if I was physically well enough during that three months.

http://www.caminoadventures.com
 
JHW said:
The only aviation related thing i'd do is sell my planes so my family didn't have to dispose of them for a cut rate after i'm gone.

I have actually been told something along these lines except they thought 3 weeks. They were off a little though. That was in 1993.
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Similar situation

I was told I had a terminal illness that was 2 to 5 years life expectancy, but after I outlived it, went to the Mayo Clinic where I was told it was something else that “could” kill me… rather than “will” kill me.

Naturally, because of the diagnosis I was immediately self grounded and sold the airplane

Of course situations like that make you evaluate what's important and what's not.

I decided my “bucket list” was to spend as much time with my children as I could
 
Make sure that everything was in order for my wife and son.

Now when I was single, the answer would have been take off on some adventure.
 
Ted DuPuis said:
Make sure that everything was in order for my wife and son.

Now when I was single, the answer would have been take off on some adventure.
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If we're going to be really practical I would need to appoint a guardian for my mother and hire someone to dispose of my stuff.
 
Everskyward said:
If we're going to be really practical I would need to appoint a guardian for my mother and hire someone to dispose of my stuff.
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Your stuff is probably of less worry - that will get sorted out one way or another.

That said, when I was 22 or 23 I did have a will written up to make sure what I did have would go to the appropriate people. Since the default would have been my mom, I didn't think that made much sense. So technically I already had that worked out.
 
Having recently gone through the "you have 3 months to live" with a pilot (my father) I can assure you flying fantasies were not anywhere near his priorities.

One can consider all of the bravado they want with being told your life will end shortly and all of the noble things they would set out to do, but the reality is far different.
 
I would **** as many crack whores as my finances would permit. And I'd eat pizza and greasy fried KFC.
 
stop working and spend every moment with my wife and kids. I wouldn't travel at all, as I would just want to be with them. Playing catch, riding scooters/bikes, running, going for family walks, etc.... Pretty boring to everyone else.... Single is a different story.
 
Pretty much what my Dad did when his doctor told him he had maybe 6 months. First he asked his brother the Chief at a VA who concurred, then he asked a specialist who also concurred. He totaled the time and came up with 18 months.
Then did exactly the same thing he'd done for the previous 5 years, down the Elks for a round of cards with the guys, a boilermaker and a few cigarettes.
Of course my days might be spent with hanging out with my friends, flying, and drinking up my collection of first bottlings Scotch. Since I plan on cremation, stand back when they light the flame. There's bound to be a lot of residual alcohol.
 
RotorAndWing said:
Having recently gone through the "you have 3 months to live" with a pilot (my father) I can assure you flying fantasies were not anywhere near his priorities.

One can consider all of the bravado they want with being told your life will end shortly and all of the noble things they would set out to do, but the reality is far different.
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You took the words right out of my mouth. Most of you guys would be so sick and debilitated that flying would be the last thing on your mind. In fact in all reality you would be more worried about end of life care then you would your next adventure.
 
Depends. How much is my credit limit, and how much $$ do I have in the bank?
 
Hmmm...

I will live life to the fullest, just like I do now... But...

I would seek out the few people who have #ucked me over throughout the years and get even..... By the time the LEO builds a case against me. I will be DEAD....:D:yes:
 
LJS1993 said:
You took the words right out of my mouth. Most of you guys would be so sick and debilitated that flying would be the last thing on your mind. In fact in all reality you would be more worried about end of life care then you would your next adventure.
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Realistically that's true but I think we're talking fantasy here. I'm having a hard time coming up with a condition that would kill you in three months but you feel well enough to go on adventures during that time.
 
My bucket list is empty I'm living for repeats. Assuming it is this magical 3 months healthy then drop, I'd just spend time with the family, maybe fly a tiny bit. Actually first thing I'd do is get a dog as my kid has been bugging me for that for awhile. Then it is time with family waiting for the train. Same thing we should be doing with 30 years left.
 
I feel very lucky, fulfilled. I've been blessed with a loving wife, being able to achieve a childhood dream of being a professional pilot, travel to many places, enjoyed many interesting cuisines, and lots of outdoor pursuits.

Sure I'd fly some, health permitting (medical certificate be damned at that point), but at that point I think I'd enjoy spending time with family and friends.

But that's all conjecture. Faced with that reality, who knows?
 
If I had three months to live, I would move back to Kansas.

Those three months would seem like ten years.
 
I'd probably spend as much time with loved ones as possible punctuated with short trips to see friends. I would take a week to go to Key west and the Caymans again, then possibly fly to Calif again. I think I would like to see Italy and then I would come home and spend time with my kids.

During that time I would make sure my financial situation was in order for the kids.




N918KT said:
Suppose that you are diagnosed with some disease that will only allow you to live for 3 more months.

What would you do during the last 3 months of your life? Finish getting your pilot certificate or rating? Fly somewhere you always wanted to go? Anything related or non related to aviation you would do?
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Non Compos Mentis said:
If I had three months to live, I would move back to Kansas.

Those three months would seem like ten years.
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I've only driven through Kansas, but yes, time slows down there- especially on the interstate. :D

I would also want quiet, natural beauty, and a slow pace... and if I cashed in all my chips, right now I could almost afford my dream "last three months":

A nice vintage floatplane, a warm island with calm seas, a good woman (preferably a volunteer, not a professional), plenty of food and drink, and all my friends would come over for at least one debauched farewell party. :D
 
lap dances

steak dinner every night
 
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I would look to find a good friend ,who's a pilot so that I can continue to fly up to the end.would also put everything in order for the family. I can remember taking an old friend to OSH for the last time .
 
I would loop the Delaware Memorial bridge. Take a picture looking down from the top of the loop. Then mail my license and a copy of the picture to the FAA.
 
As I lay, unconscious, in the ambulance en route from coastal Maine to Boston in what was later said by the driver to have been the fastest trip he'd ever made to Boston, I was unaware of the accompanying doctor's comment: "This guy will never make it." State police escort from NH border to MA border; MA SP escort from there to Boston. That was in September of 1953. So, I guess I've been utilizing my "3 more months"(or less) after the dire diagnosis, for 721 months. Credit Children's Medical Center, preeminent in the field of child care.

HR
 
Lawreston said:
As I lay, unconscious, in the ambulance en route from coastal Maine to Boston in what was later said by the driver to have been the fastest trip he'd ever made to Boston, I was unaware of the accompanying doctor's comment: "This guy will never make it." State police escort from NH border to MA border; MA SP escort from there to Boston. That was in September of 1953. So, I guess I've been utilizing my "3 more months"(or less) after the dire diagnosis, for 721 months. Credit Children's Medical Center, preeminent in the field of child care.

HR
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My wife was taken on almost that exact route by ambulance a couple of years ago, only she was taken to Beth Israel Deaconess Hospital. All that was courtesy of a horse that had no business being ridden. She (my wife - not the horse) ended up with 5 broken ribs, broken collar bone, crushed left shoulder, crushed scapula, deflated left lung and lots of bruised organs. I was sure I was going to lose the love of my life that day, and the doctors at the first hospital that packaged her up for the long ride to Boston were fairly sure of it as well.

Fast forward to this weekend: She should be home now recovering from her last endurance ride of the season.

The moral of this story: my wife will go out of this life doing things that she loves doing and inspiring the ones that love her to do the same. Life is for living. Use it up. :yesnod:
 
RotorAndWing said:
Having recently gone through the "you have 3 months to live" with a pilot (my father) I can assure you flying fantasies were not anywhere near his priorities.

One can consider all of the bravado they want with being told your life will end shortly and all of the noble things they would set out to do, but the reality is far different.
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You are absolutely correct.... this from someone who has been told he has 2-3 yrs left.
 
Kelvin said:
Cool!

How did you react?
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They explained how bad the injuries were and asked if I wanted them to leave the machines on or turn them off. They said blink once for yes and twice for no. I couldn't figure out if that was yes unplug the machines or yes keep me alive so I didnt blink at all and we had a staring contest.
 
Honestly...

I'd probably take up all the banks that have been offering me loans and credit cards since I went bank-free on their offers, decline the insurance, and spend all the money.

-Rich
 
Tony_Scarpelli said:
I'd probably spend as much time with loved ones as possible punctuated with short trips to see friends. I would take a week to go to Key west and the Caymans again, then possibly fly to Calif again. I think I would like to see Italy and then I would come home and spend time with my kids.

During that time I would make sure my financial situation was in order for the kids.
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I think Tony had his priorities right. It was announced today he died of cancer.

Tail winds my friend.
 
JHW said:
They explained how bad the injuries were and asked if I wanted them to leave the machines on or turn them off. They said blink once for yes and twice for no. I couldn't figure out if that was yes unplug the machines or yes keep me alive so I didnt blink at all and we had a staring contest.
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:D:D:D:D

Awesome!
 
RotorAndWing said:
Having recently gone through the "you have 3 months to live" with a pilot (my father) I can assure you flying fantasies were not anywhere near his priorities.
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Yea. Flying would be my last thought. I would want to be surrounded by my family for the last 3 months.
 
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