Last words

It’s amazing how fast things are happening now.  The entire year 2020 was a walk in the park, full of happiness, activities, travels, playing, working, all that.  Late last year, things took a turn for the worse.  The doctors have scrambled to keep up since then.  Now they have given up.  They’re giving me a few weeks to live.  In a way, this is reassuring.  It means that the doctors and I fought until the end.  We didn’t stop a moment too early.  I’ve done everything I could to beat the cancer. ...

Dying man

After I went home on Saturday, things seemed normal – whatever counts as normal these days.  I felt weak and spent most of the time in bed, only appearing occasionally for some meals, to meet certain physiological needs, and to watch an episode of Sherlock on Sunday night.  When I had lived in London, I had followed Sherlock, but the last three episodes aired after I left, and I have never had the chance to catch up.  Neither the fever nor the shivers returned.  It seemed that all was good, or at least on its way toward improvement.On...

Days in bed

One of these times when the posts weren’t flowing, and this time your premonitions were true.  It’s not looking good at all.  On Friday, I spent all day in bed.  I’m doing a proper rest day, I explained to myself.  They have them at the Tour.  For convenience’s sake, I ignored that they’re going on recovery rides on Tour de France rest days instead of lying in bed listening to the radio.  I just lay in bed, alternating between periods of mild to intermediate fever and mild cold shivers.  Something was clearly...