I remember receiving an email about my friend Sarah, who had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. The email was from a friend I didn’t know, and it outlined the plan of communication, which was to send irregular emails with updates on her health and progress. Sarah did not herself which to be overly bombarded with emails or meet-ups – she didn’t have much time, and her tiny daughter needed her more than any of us. My first, less than admirable, reaction was to lament that now I was of an age where people my own age were becoming sick and dying of illnesses, and not just accidents.
-6 October 2016
This post is part of the I Remember series.