On an episode of House, there was a patient who got angry with Wilson because he was no longer dying. 3 months prior, he’d been diagnosed with cancer but it was a false positive. Wilson thought that the man would be happy. Naturally, House came in to the office just to watch the man’s reaction. He got angry because he was going to live.
“You aren’t suing me for a wrong diagnosis but a right one?”
He said that he was happy living in the present and now that he wasn’t dying…Wilson had taken that away.
“He isn’t mad because of a death sentence. He’s mad because I gave him a life sentence.”
This got me thinking…What we seem to forget that our lives ARE ending…one minute at a time. Death is the ONE thing that’s absolutely certain in this life…so why wouldn’t we live in the present? Do we need a terminal illness to remind us that life is precious?
I used to be stuck in the past…or I would spazz too much about the future. What if’s haunted me day in and day out…but I’ve realized that I’m wasting my life with every second I dwell. This is my life and it’s ending one minute at a time.
I could get hit by a car when I go out for lunch. I could trip and fall downstairs, breaking my neck. I could have a stroke. I could get pneumonia and not survive it. I *could* get cancer.
Any of this could happen an hour, a day or 15 years from now. I don’t need a diagnosis to tell me that I’m dying…I know I am..we all are but until then…we’re alive.
Why not live in the present and be as happy as we can be?
What if you were in that man’s shoes and you were given a “second chance” at life? Or if you were the doctor…what would your reaction be?