Difficult to click the Like button but this man’s work is legendary and admired. Very sad to hear his time is imminent. A wonderful and worthwhile legacy will be left.
[Oliver Sacks is a noted British neurologist, Professor of Neurology at the New York University School of Medicine, and author of many books, including “Awakenings” and “The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat.” Today he published a piece in the Opinion Pages of The New York Times about learning he has terminal cancer. I hope when the time comes I can confront my end with such spirited courage.
The piece is now available to anyone who reads the Times, either on paper or online. But for the many of you who don’t, I’m typing it out here, in part because that will ensure I myself read it again more carefully — but also, and principally, because there are so few helpful road maps for negotiating our way towards what lies ahead for all of us that this piece, heartrending though it is, deserves to be read widely.]
MY OWN LIFE
Oliver Sacks on Learning He Has Terminal Cancer
by OLIVER SACKS Feb. 19…
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I have been a bit under the weather since Tuesday but today it broke into a pathetic, I cannot possibly work/I feel sorry for myself/I’m really not well type of illness. Head pounding, throat like razor blades, nose oddly full of wallpaper paste and muscles aching in places I know I haven’t used muscles.
I know I work from home so most would say no big deal. However the journey to me reaching a point of agreeing I’m not well has taken three days. Three days of me not working wondering if I am going to be ill….Piscean trait I am told, that and medal-winning procrastination.
So as I type, I am now three days BEHIND on my work – all of which needs completing by Sunday evening at the very latest.
OK, I know I am entitled to be ill. Stupidity has taken centre stage on this and I have spent almost all day surfing the wonderful internet, reading fantastic blogs and reblogging onto my own. What’s the problem I hear you ask? Well my work was to process about a thousand images involving sitting for about sixteen hours in front of one of my Macs…..about half the length of time I have surfed, reblogged and read!
Now I feel Sad, Sniffy and RESENTFUL of my indulgent personality. I could have been halfway through the thousand images. The pressure is on tomorrow more than ever but how I can ensure I wake tomorrow morning, wallpaper paste free, pain free, and happier than right now?
All old wives tales/potions/ideas/bizarre theories welcome! Get me better by tomorrow please my ‘Blogbuddies’!
Over to you…..I have (misguided?!) faith in you all 🙂