UPDATE: AITA for not telling my wife that I am dying?

Time, once a steady companion, now slips like sand through a 31-year-old man’s fingers. His life, long shadowed by a chronic illness, took a sharp turn when doctors gave him 12-16 months to live. Initially, he shielded his wife of four years from this truth, dreaming of a carefree escape to Australia to etch joy into their final months. The weight of his secret sparked debate on Reddit, where voices urged honesty or empathized with his protective instincts.

Now, in a heartfelt update, he shares the path he chose. The truth came out, tears fell, and Australia became their haven for four unforgettable months. Back home, hospice care blankets his fading strength, yet his words carry a quiet peace.

For those who want to read the previous part: AITA for not telling my wife that I am dying?

‘UPDATE: AITA for not telling my wife that I am dying?’

Hey all. I wasn't sure if I was going to make this update, but things are getting gloomier, and I feel that I owe you guys the closure you deserve, for all the help you gave me (as well as the multiple news stories lol).

Although I didn't respond much, due to everything being so new and overwhelming, I want each of you to know that I read every single comment and message, multiple times, over the past year and a half.

I did end up telling my wife, soon after my post. She took it rough, as expected. It ruined me to see her that way, but I knew that I needed to tell her. She did enjoy reading through the original thread though, as many of you had heartwarming thoughts and messages.

We took the time that we needed to ensure that she would be setup as best as possible. Following that, we went and spent the best 4 months of my life in Australia. The experience was amazing, and I couldn't have asked for a better dying wish.

We came back just in time for COVID. Honestly, I was scared to death (and still am), but somehow I've lasted this long. I've lost much of my strength, and hospice has come in to setup the house and ensure that I am comfortable enough to die.

I had thought that I would be dead by now, so it is hard to complain about getting a little extra time. I've left a large collection of greeting cards in possession with a friend-- birthday's, first anniversary without me, remarriage, children's birth and birthdays (if she uses my sperm).

I didn't tell her about any of these, just because some of these events aren't guaranteed. But I know that they can help if the time comes around. Overall, I'm content (about as content as I can be).

There's a lot of things I would have done differently in life if I had known this would happen, but that's unfortunately out of my control. However, I do know that I did the most I could have done with the remaining time I was given. I am just glad that I had time left while I still had my health, as I know that many aren't as lucky.

Thanks again for all of your help. I'll answer any questions you guys have, so long as it isn't personally identifiable (which includes my medical information, as my town paper was thoughtful enough to write an article about me). Just be patient please; even typing for long periods of time gets painful.

Facing death reshapes every bond, and this man’s journey underscores love’s delicate balance with truth. His decision to tell his wife, followed by their Australian adventure, reflects a shift from protection to partnership. Dr. Ira Byock, a palliative care expert, writes, “Saying the things that matter most—‘I love you,’ ‘I forgive you,’ ‘Please forgive me,’ ‘Thank you,’ and ‘Goodbye’—can bring peace to both the dying and those left behind” (source: Ira Byock’s Four Things). His cards for future milestones echo this wisdom, ensuring his love endures.

The couple’s four months in Australia, a dream realized, contrast with the grim reality of hospice. The National Hospice and Palliative Care Organization notes that 1.55 million Americans receive hospice care annually, often finding comfort in familiar spaces (source: NHPCO). His choice to disclose early allowed shared joy, avoiding the deeper pain of deception.

This story mirrors a universal struggle: how to leave a legacy amid loss. Byock’s framework suggests his wife needed time to grieve and celebrate together. His greeting cards, while heartfelt, risk prolonging her grief, as some Redditors noted. A single letter or video, as suggested, could offer closure without tethering her to the past.

For others in similar straits, Byock advises open dialogue and practical steps—wills, videos, or letters—crafted with care. This man’s peace stems from acting while his health held. His story invites reflection on how we honor love when time runs short.

Here’s the feedback from the Reddit community:

Reddit’s responses blended raw emotion with thoughtful advice. Many praised his courage in telling his wife and cherished the joy of their Australian months, seeing it as a testament to love’s power.

Others offered gentle cautions about his greeting cards, suggesting they might hinder her healing, and proposed videos to capture his voice for future generations. The community’s words wrapped his story in warmth, honoring his journey with empathy and wisdom.

Askmeaboutmy_Beergut − Hey man. I was diagnosed with stage 4 melanoma cancer 5 years ago. I fortunately beat it (so far) with immunotherapy drugs, however I expect it will return before I'm able to live to full retirement.

I *knew* I would be dead within 6 months. It didn't bother me at all though. Here's how I viewed it. We live in the best time in all of human history. You were able to fly 35k ft in the air at 400mph to Australia.

No human *ever* in history up until around 100 years ago ever got to experience such an awe inspiring thing. You've been able to eat better than any king in the history of humanity. Think about the food available to us today.

Imagine how kings thought they ate so good all throughout history, they didn't experience probably 1/100th of the food you were able to experience in your life. This goes for drink as well.

The *best* things in life are actually the most simple. Hot coffee outside on cool mornings. Grilling a great steak with a cold beer while the sky turns orange as the sun sets. Kittens purring, puppies playing.

My point is this. They estimate there have been around 80-100 billion humans who ever lived. Most humans that ever lived are already gone. But you my friend lived better than 99.9% of them. You won the human lotto.

We all did. Drink a cold one for me buddy because I'll be right behind you, we are *all* right behind you.. See you on the other side.. Edit: Wow. I just woke up to a hundred messages. Thanks for the awards. I'm humbled.

yourlittlebirdie − Wow. I wish you and your wife all the best. Your love for her will always live on.

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MadamJones − The only thing I would you caution you on is the future greeting cards. I had a friend who did this for his partner after he died, and while it was incredibly sweet and kind, it also stopped his partner from moving on. Every time she received a card it reopened all of her grief over losing him.

I’m not saying don’t do it, but just maybe talk to the friend who is holding onto them and ask them to use their discretion about whether or not to go through with giving them to her. It might be easier to just leave a single letter that says everything you want her to know.

Also, as a kid whose father died when I was nine months old - please leave a video for them. Just for them. It took me over 30 years to find the single letter my father had left for me that my mother had hidden.

And all I ever wanted was to hear what his voice sounded like when he said my name. To see what his face looked like when he said he loved me. That s**t can leave a hole in your heart bigger than anything you can find to fill it.

AussieBelgian − Your original posts precedes my Reddit start date so this is my first time reading this. I just wish you all the strength needed to get through this. Your courage is admirable. Best of luck.

creation_complex − Wow I’m so sorry. I don’t want be an a**hole but are you afraid?? How does one handle looking death literally in the face? I can’t imagine all that you’re going through. I’m so sorry.

I’m happy you spent those 4 months with your wife. It sounds like you’re handling everything as best as you can. I wish I could say more comforting words but I’m at a lost and I’m so sorry.

Fun_Branch_9614 − Maybe start a video diary for her? Just short recordings? Something to look back? Idk just a thought I had! I am truly sorry for all you have gone/going through.

I am glad you got to live your best life with the person you love! Not everyone gets that chance! Good for you!! You are in my thought and my your remaining time be peaceful and loving.💞💞

JustAnotherGoddess − I just cried an ugly cry. You’re amazing. And I hope that you go peacefully.

NotTheNorm685 − What would you have done differently? I think about this a lot for myself.

[Reddit User] − Hey there, I would like to make a request if your comfortable, if you feel this is ok, would it be ok if your wife made a post here updating us when you have left us? Sam

This man’s update is a quiet hymn to love’s endurance, sung against the ticking of a relentless clock. From a hidden truth to shared adventures in Australia, his path wove joy and sorrow into a legacy of care—cards for unborn children, plans for his wife’s future, and moments that will linger in her heart.

It’s a stark reminder that life’s brevity demands courage to speak, love, and let go. Have you faced a moment where time forced you to act—saying what matters most or planning for those you’d leave behind? What shaped your choices, and how did they ripple through your life? Share your stories—how do we craft meaning when time is no longer a promise?

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