Sell my house and give most of the money to my kids and then finish editing my book. But my mornings would start with coffee. I'd still advocate for the disenfranchised and as always, tell my kids who are grown-ups, not to miss me, but celebrate my life with random acts of kindness.

I'll give the boring answer of no, any mistakes I made are part of me and helped me to become who I am aha

I’d quit my job and spend all my time with my daughter.

I'd drink, smoke weed, and have sex. Everyday, all day.

Increase my drug and alcohol intake to try and kick off before the timer goes off.

I would steal a donut truck and go on a high-speed chase just so people can see a bunch of cops chasing a donut truck on national TV.

Would this disease kill me suddenly after 3 months, or would my health be on a rapid and steady decline over the 3 months?

Not really. Oh, I might take a trip or two. Maybe have a sit down talk with some old friends I haven't seen in a while, but I don't think there would be much other than that.

I'd probably pay even less attention to societal conventions than I do now. I'd do what made me happy instead of just behaving as expected... with the qualification that I would not do harm to anyone.

Well brother... Sorry that your life is coming to an end so soon. You can sell everything and do a bucketlist. Straighten out your will. Dont give anything away. Put it all in a will. They won't have any gains and have to pay taxes. Lay on the beach and listen to jimmy Buffett. Go on an extented cruise and check out other cultures. Find very poor people in desperation and secretly send them money. Pick up some homeless hopeless helpless people and give them some hope money. Live with some desperate homeless people and surprise them with some money and sneak away. You are a man of means. Create a legacy. Become someone's hope. Buy some groceries and leave it on some poor persons door step. Go to walmart and find that desperate person with limited amount of groceries with kids hanging off them, buy their food for them. Become their hero brother. You are the man. Kindness is a virtue... continue to help others and show others where your heart is. Love you man.

I would live on nothing but the foods I love--yes, this means a lot of chocolate (ahhh...death by chocolate); but it would also mean Indian food, Mexican food, and Chinese food (in this order). I would commune with nature knowing that my energy would soon be returning to the universe--thus allowing other life to exist; and I would spend as much time as possible with my family. And, as I am fortunate to live in a state that allows assisted suicide, I would find comfort in knowing I have that option should things become unbearable.

Start a Kickstarter campaign and run off with the money to Costa Rica..

Assuming hypothetically that I could trust the prognosis, and assuming I felt well enough to DO things, I would not go crazy and burn down the house or anything, but I definitely would be somewhat less careful about money, would go travel on the road to see all the beautiful places I could, and while traveling, I would seek out casual sex [don't judge me ], something I've never really allowed myself to do. (I'm not in a relationship currently; if I was, I would still respect that) That would absolutely NOT be my main focus or priority, but it would be the one thing I think most out of character for me.

Based on what I've seen my mother do with an incurable cancer. She was given a three-year death sentence and survived 12 years before finally dying to it. It would live my life normal and focus on the things that make me happy.

Hit up the payday lenders, max out whatever I can to burn as many banks and scumbags as I can, sell everything.

Well since most doctor's of this corrupt medical establishment are lying used car salesmen for big pharma.. I'd get another opinion..also there is nothing 100% incurable..unless a brain tumor maybe..if that was the case..I'd do a daily vlog..and talk about our corrupt medical establishment and how cbd oil could've saved me but because of political red tape I'm left to suffer and die. I would paint..and make beautiful art. I would have a huge goodbye party..with all my friends and family...and live stream it.. In the end I would be at home surrounded by my son and my beloved pets...listening to bluegrass...

Ha, I sometimes think I live my life like I've got 3 days to live ! (haven't got anything planned for Monday onward)
Still got house insurance though - go figure. I suppose If i was able-bodied enough I'd go to some places in the world that I've always wanted to go and check out some family. pretty boring answer, but honest. Andy

I’d drink more.

1. Quit my job immediately.
2. Travel to meet up with friends one last time.
3. Take every illicit drug on the market.
4. Take part in every depraved sex act imaginable, regardless of whether I'm into it or not.
5. Draw up a will (maybe).
6. Prank deathbed conversion.
7. Write up a ridiculous obit featuring the phrase "autoerotic asphyxiation" prominently as cause of death.
8. Suicide before the disease progresses too far.