If you had one week to live:

If it was guaranteed, no chance of extension, that I would die in seven days, I would quit my job, update my will, and take my husband to a secluded cabin on a lake somewhere. We would spend out last days together going for long walks, eating, drinking and loving each other (if I was able; I guess it would depend on what was killing me). I would write goodbye letters and film positive video messages for friends and family. I would remember and celebrate my life. And then I would say goodbye without regret.

Next week: The next blockbuster medicine that will be invented and what will happen as a result.

This is the latest exercise in my 642 Things to Write About Project. Click on the link to find out more, or click on the category 642 Things to Write About Project to read past exercises.  🙂