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I choked back tears today
Because I can’t begin to say how much you’ve shaped this boy
these last few months or more.
– Give me Strength, Snow Patrol
One finds strength in many forms and via many people. As I approach the last days of my chemotherapy regime, the struggle, perversely, seems greater, darker and more overwhelmng than it ever has.
Maybe that’s predictable. The cumulative impact of seven months of treatment, a life-changing operation and recent weeks of non-stop nausea and raging insomnia have taken their toll. The battle is now mental more than physical. It’s the toughest battle of all.
Yet the kind words I keep receiving from friends, both via this Blog and elsewhere, keep me going. It is encouraging that so many people find my writing helps them in their own lives, just as it helps me in mine.
Liz Woodland, a long-time industry friend, who has dropped me several kind notes over recent months, noted the other day: “You are changing the way that I read the Moodie Report. Firstly I read your Blog, and after I have read it twice (to ensure that I have understood fully all the treatment) then I return to the headlines.”
She continued: “This is going to be a good year Martin. I hope that it is a year when you find yourself to be bored, restless, fed up of travelling, frustrated with airlines, and drunk, and so full of good food that you feel that you may burst. All these things are normal in the travel world at some time during a 12-month period, and I wish you a normal year.”
How about that? Liz you hit precisely the right note at precisely the right time.
As do so many other people. My colleagues at The Moodie Report who are always, quietly, there for me; my music buddy Jane Grant who sends me lots of inspirational thoughts and writings (the Snow Patrol reference is hers); my journalistic ‘sister’ Lois Pasternak whose e-mails invariably pop into my in-box during my hours of insomnia and which brighten the darkness, both physical and mental. My literary buddy Sharon Weiner of DFS, from whom seemingly half of my newly extended library has been sourced. Industry pals like Sunil Tuli (complete with bad jokes), Rakhita Jayawardena, Jonathan ‘Chaps’ Holland, John Sime, Stuart McGuire (worse jokes) and Alan Edwards who have never left my shoulder. And scores and scores of others. My family, of course.
Keep those notes coming. In the ‘cancer etiquette’ stakes (see earlier Blog) I have learned that the best thing anyone can do to help someone who is ill with the disease is to simply say they are thinking of them. Calls to ‘be strong’, all well-meant, are more difficult in their own way. It’s more a matter of simply getting through it, however you can. And you’ll accept just about any prop that appears along the way.