My aunt is sick. Again.
She's in the hospital with congestive heart failure AND pneumonia. And yet, amazingly, she doesn't appear to be at death's door. The fam have told me not to bother flying home.
The doctor told her, effectively, "You're a time bomb. But given that you're 80 years old and morbidly obese, you knew that anyway. So what's really changed?"
"What do I do now?" she asked.
"Well," said the wise doctor. "Whatever you please. There's no point spending your last days sitting in a rocking chair waiting for The Big One. Go live your life."
"I was thinking about taking a vacation."
"Good idea. You should do that."
"But what if I have a heart attack and die in (insert resort town here)?"
"What if you do? What difference does it make if you die here or in Boca?"
I like this doctor.