Nz Herald - A couple are $80,000 in debt after he was wrongly diagnosed with terminal cancer and they spent heavily achieving a rapidly compiled bucketlist. Frank, 69, and Wilma, 65, who don’t want their surname published, say they had “nothing to lose” after Frank was told in May 2010 that he had only a few months to live. The medical advice turned out to be wrong and though they are happy Frank is alive, their quality of life has been eroded by a spending spree, which included trips to Australia and Fiji.
Frank, who used to own a handyman business in Auckland, gave away $30,000 worth of tools, fishing gear, a quad bike, clothes and household items. They sold their house in Wairoa at a loss of $70,000 and cancelled the health insurance. Frank began smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee after quitting during his first cancer diagnosis. The couple went to Fiji for 10 days. They blew $30,000 on food, a five-star resort and fishing activities, expecting his life insurance to cover the costs. “We had a good time. We spent too much money on food, going around New Zealand and then a business which fell down,” Wilma said. “What would you do in this situation? If he said jump I would jump … I was putting him first, whatever he wanted, he got. “I’m short on my credit cards for $80,000 and the money we had left went on a business and that didn’t work out so we are broke.”
How much does it suck to be a doctor? I mean yeah they get a paid a lot and shit but you couldn’t get me to do that job in 10 million years. Four more years of school, 300 thousand dollars of debt, oh and if you have a bad day it literally ruins lives. Like you know what happens when I fuck up my job? I get a few people in the comments who call me a faggot and a couple of emails telling me to kill myself. Sure it stings but doesn’t really affect me or anybody else. This guy reads his charts wrong and next thing you know this couple is out $80K because they wanted to kiss under the Eiffel Tower before the cancer ate his insides. Brutal.
Although I got to be honest. Frank and Wilma can cut the shit a little bit. I mean it’s not like they just spent the past year holed up in hospice care getting blasted with painful chemo and staring at the walls all day long because of the diagnosis. Motherfuckers had more fun than anybody on the planet. Trips to Austrailia, Fiji, lavish spending sprees. Taking gallons of coffee and cigarettes to the face. Probably fucked like jackrabbits in cabanas under palm trees while the sun set on the Amalfi Coast. Living every day like it was their last because they thought it was. You can’t tell me it wasn’t kind of worth it. Sure it turns out you just had a head cold and are in crippling debt but let’s be real. You’re like fucking 70. How much longer do you even need money for anyway?