I actually have thought I might have a terminal illness a few times over the years. I'm really paranoid about my health lately because I just quit smoking after 20 years. I smoked a lot of cigarettes and every time I get a cough that won't go away, a tickle in my throat or a bit of hoarseness, I start to freak. It would be just my luck that I finally made myself quit smoking and it would be too late.
So I actually thought about it. Lung cancer (or almost any kind of smoking related cancer) is really one of the worst ways to go imaginable. I couldn't decide whether I'd want to know or not. One part of me would want to make the most of what time I had left and one part of me would just want to know so I could prepare to die. Yet another part of me wouldn't want to know. I just don't know. Make sense?