Imagine that you've been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and, since life is never fair, perhaps you don't need to imagine. Sink into that diagnosis and prognosis for a few seconds and try to gauge whether such terrible news will change the way you see your life. Do you have any regrets about the way you've distributed your life's time? Would you change the proportions of that distribution if you had such an opportunity?
Imagine, now, that doctors have just arrived to issue a reprieve, the news that you don't have a terminal illness at all. In my column in The Herald today I tell of just such a reprieve for a fellow whose adult children I know - last week he was given 12 months, if he was lucky, and this week the terminal cancer is an infection that will be cleared up with antibiotics! You too have been rescued at the doorstep of death. Will the experience change you? Will your outlook change? Will you continue to work? Will the reassessment change your daily life and your long-term plans?
I've been there, not with the certainty of my friends' father and not reprieved as dramatically, and it strikes me that the changes I wished I'd made when I was in good health I have not made when I've been restored to good health. Sure, I'm not so inclined to take my life for granted these days, and I appreciate the freedom from anxiety, but I have not re-organised my priorities as I'd wish I had. How do you think you'd go before and after?