I am feeling sad. I have read Sue Vincent’s post that she entitled The Last Post.
If you don’t know Sue, you have missed knowing someone who is a wonderful person. Her blogs have opened up much of both historical Britain, and that inner light that shines still from her.
Not for much longer, though. She was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and, brave as she is, carried on posting her wonderful posts, writing her beautiful poems and even writing poetry from her ‘small dog’ Ani.
Now it seems a light is going out in the world.
This may be the final post that I get chance to write for the Silent Eye… that decision has been taken out of my hands. I spent much of last week in hospital, having, as many of you know, been diagnosed with incurable small cell lung cancer last September. It has been an interesting and informative journey on so many levels as familiar things have been stripped away and a gift of love left in its place… rather like the tooth fairy leaving something of real value in place of a discarded incisor.
First to go was the illusion of near-immortality that gets us through life, one way or another. We know there is a certain inevitability about life leading to death, but we tend not to apply it to ourselves until we are forced to pay attention.