If I was diagnosed with a terminal disease tomorrow I would wish I had more time.
I would also be grateful that my career meant that my final weeks or months wouldn’t be worrying about money. That my kids, wouldn’t lose their home. It’s funny how things like ‘just bricks and mortar’ become very important when it’s a home you shared with someone who has now gone.
My career and earnings would mean Dp could take time off to spend as much time with me as possible and take the time, after I died, that he needed to grieve.
I would be grateful that my earnings gave them time and options such as counselling.
People who have never been piss poor (and I have) often don’t acknowledge that even when a problem comes up that money can’t fix, that money give you options.
My career meant that when the kids Dad, completely out of the blue, had a mental breakdown and became dangerous I could afford to take time off, get us a new home sorted, pay for therapy and settle the kids into a new life. Again, bricks and mortar becomes incredibly important at times like this. Our home is incredibly important to us.
My career has meant I can give my kids options my parents and grandparents could never have given me. And since one is a fully functioning, happy, healthy adult…..I am happy with my choice.
If I was diagnosed as terminal, my career and work isn’t something I would regret.