Bad news about a good friend
My friend Laurie Kingston, I discover, has got more trouble with cancer. This time in her liver.
Laurie is my age. I’ve known her since the early 1990s when she was a member of the Trent Student Union executive.
I’m trying really hard to write this in a way that doesn’t sound like a eulogy. It’s not. She’s much more clear about her prognosis than I. And she’s a lot stronger and more sanguine on this stuff than I am.
Should I be diagnosed with cancer I really hope I can remind myself of how strong Laurie is, and can summon some measure of her courage.
I am mostly writing this in case you also know Laurie and need to know the latest.
