P. D. Clifton

So, just to expand on some of the comments I made at the end of the ‘RECAP’ post…

… here’s a short section explaining ‘WHY I WANTED TO WRITE THIS BOOK.’

I guess I wanted to show that when something bad happens to you or someone you care about – like cancer – life doesn’t automatically turn into an Ingmar Bergman movie. You don’t spend all your time, after the discovery, sitting around in dark antique-filled rooms… staring at each other intensely… speaking in monosyllabic, translated-sounding English.

That’s not quite what happens (or what’s happened to us, at least).

What happens is… you do have (many, many, many) dark, awful moments… but, in-between those, you still make jokes… you still laugh… you still say amusing, silly tasteless things to each other. Maybe you do this even more, because humour can be a coping mechanism, can’t it?

And sure, also, you still really irritate each other and get on each other’s nerves… and generally drive each other up the wall. If you’re the person who’s not got the illness, you can feel pretty guilty about that afterwards. But you still find yourself doing it another time anyway.

So why did I want to write this blog?

I guess I wanted to show that these things don’t end. The laughter and the irritation and the small things. In a way, they just get magnified. More laughter and more irritation and slightly bigger small things.

But they’re still there whatever happens.

And I guess I wanted to show that in this blog.

Anyway, that all sounds pretty grand. But that’s my main reason right now for wanting to write this journal. There might be more reasons coming up which will maybe sound less grand. Or maybe there won’t be.

So there you have it. Now time to put an end to all of my rambling, on the subject, and get back to the journal entries.

Click here for main blog page