Someone I knew over 15 years ago from school contacted me today out of the blue. She wanted to share with me a blog she had been writing about her husband’s battle with cancer. Sadly she had lost him in November, and felt instinctively that I would understand “what goes into a blog”. I immediately read a few of her posts, and in truth was absolutely floored by the dignity, affection and pride that oozes from her writing. A rare moment when your heart begins to canter and emotion rises in torrents from your stomach. You feel utterly compelled to do something, to mark that moment, to reach out.
I’ve talked before about writing, how emotional and personal the process is. Somehow people get that visual art, or poetry comes from the soul, but when it comes to a blog – well surely that’s just something you write in your spare time to catalogue your days with the children? It frustrates me. Through our writing we open ourselves up to judgement, criticism, derision in the hope that someone else will “get” what we are talking about.
I can only start to realise what significance words come to have when you are using them to chart something as important, life-altering, profound as the journey of a loved one through illness.
I came across the following quotation recently which said in a few words what I had been trying to say for a while.
“There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.” (Walter Wellesley “Red” Smith)
To my friend, I aim to start at the beginning of your story and read until I’m up to date. I’m sure I will laugh and cry with you along the way.
And yes, I understand.
Addendum: My friend has come back to me to say she is happy for me to carry her blog here.
The Wrighty Way
Please lend her some support. She is hoping to raise awareness of kidney cancer.