The wife of a friend told me about her bowel cancer
procedures. She talked of anuses and vaginal walls, of colostomy bags and
potential incontinence – none of which I would count among my favourite topics
of conversation. It was difficult to know how to respond, so I kept it
attentive, sympathetic and as upbeat as possible. Nevertheless, it seemed no
more than honest to admit that remaining positive in such circumstances is
easier said than done.
Throughout the work and the discourse – and at all other
times beside – there was an acrid and persistent dread of tomorrow much
stronger than my accustomed dread of tomorrow. That was because there was a
much more concrete reason.
I was reminded of my favourite self-coined philosophical
sound bite:
Perception is the
whole of the life experience.
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