The reality of a terminal diagnosis is often rapidly failing health so the option to get out and enjoy your life is just not an option.
When my DM was diagnosed terminal she just wanted to spend time with us talking and reassuring herself that we had accepted that her life was ending. Some well meaning friends suggested a bucket list but she always maintained that rushing around doing stuff that she probably wouldn’t have done without the terminal diagnosis was pointless.
What she did do was make it easy and normal. She had a few regrets but they were mainly to do with family stuff that she would not be there for, but then she argued that they may never happen so it was pointless mourning something that may never be. Mostly it was the tangible thing, the books she wouldn’t get to read or live music she hadn’t had the opportunity to enjoy, she was an opera buff. But would make do with the many recordings she had.
My DSis didn’t have the opportunity to make a wish list. By the time she was diagnosed she was 3weeks from dying. But we dropped everything and moved into the hospice with her so that one of us (2 sisters and her DH, she had no children) were always with her. She had lived a full life and travelled all over the world, had lots of adventures and taken every opportunity she was given.
I don’t think you should wait until it’s necessary to make a bucket list, it’s often too late by then. Embrace every opportunity when it presents itself and not look for excuses. But at the same time just living life day to day doesn’t have to be packed with activity, just being can often be just as fulfilling.
I am a cancer survivor, it doesn’t mean I’ve been given a second chance and I don’t feel I need to spend the rest of my days packing in lots of adventures. At the moment I’m waiting for my DH to have a knee replacement until then we are unable to do the stuff we have always enjoyed. Mostly country walks, visiting historic sites and basically just taking in our surroundings. We’ve done the travelling, the sport and much more but we miss just being able to wander round an antique fair of go to the cinema because walking is so difficult for DH. I can do things on my own and do, but I hate leaving him behind. Hopefully by the summer he will be back on his feet and life can return to his it was.
Cancer has taught me to enjoy just being here. Waking up every morning is a bonus but most of all I no longer feel guilty about doing nothing. I spent a lifetime trying to fit in so much but actually, now I’m retired I realise that it’s ok just to stop and smell the roses.