The curse of medical life extension

By tongkatali.org
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Updated May 15, 2023

We all die one day. This is a certainty. Trying to extend our lives by a few millimeters makes no sense. But trying to die as comfortably as possible, is a valid rational concern.

Nowadays, doctors are quite frank, telling patients about terminal illnesses. They are also willing to give patients an informed prognosis of how many months or years they may still have.

It's brutal, and above all, it's useless to know for a patient.

Death is a certainty. But a sense of uncertainty about one's own demise is a necessity in order to conduct one's daily life with enough nonchalance to make it bearable.

Once a terminal disease is pronounced, the scheduled certainty of death will reverberate in our consciousness day-in, day-out, undermining a carefree daily life.

Human consciousness to the degree that we are not only aware of our deaths, but also the subsequent nothingness, was an error of evolution.

At least, before science, religion still offered an escape from meaninglessness. If you are convinced that martyrs, or at least god-fearing individuals, go straight to paradise, you may even look forward to your death. But fewer and fewer people have so much faith.

Thus, for the normal patient, it is useless to receive a diagnosis of a terminal illness. It only makes bad things worse.

How to avoid it? Just live along as long as you can, with your various aches and sorrows, and don't see a doctor until, as they say, it's too late.

Then, at least, the time frame of scheduled certainty is short.