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A Blessed Angel

December 2, 2009

20th Feb 2008

I want to die. I’m tired. I can’t take any more of this. Please, I just want to die. Please let me die’

Saturday was not a good day for Mrs D. Normally a strong independent person, for the first time since she was diagnosed with lung cancer, her resolve to fight the disease wavered.

On top of the lung cancer, we have also been contending recently with issues surrounding No 1 stepson – a vicious, foul-mouthed hot-tempered wee shite. A petty thief, smack head, currently on bail for assaulting the mother of his two kids, and resisting arrest (I blame the parents!) – the two problems piled on top of one another was just too much for Mrs D. She sat sobbing at the kitchen table. Death now a welcome resolution (seemingly) to her problems. Eventually, worn out, she fell asleep, exhausted.

I was not looking forward to the following morning, but the day promised much. Whereas, Saturday had been cold, wet and miserable, Sunday was clear blue skies, sunny and bright. Frost covered the ground, but the weak sun took the chill out of the air. We had planned to meet up with Mrs D’s brother and his wife for Sunday lunch at an 18th C country pub by the banks of the canal. It promised to be a good day, that would go some way to wipe out the memory of the previous one, and restore Mrs D’s good spirits. And it was an excellent afternoon. Mrs D thoroughly enjoyed herself, and though she had to retire to bed exhausted when we returned from the meal, her spirit was wonderfully restored by the mere fact of doing something ‘ordinary’, like going out to lunch with friends. For a couple of hours at least, she could forget her limited future, and enjoy the present.

But what made the day so extra special, however, after the horribleness of the Saturday, was something that happened much earlier in the day, before we met up with her brother. It was the kindness of a stranger. Someone she had never met. I received an email in the morning from an angel who made an extraordinary offer.

‘Just a thought, but I note that you are in Birmingham. There are direct flights from Birmingham to here at this time of year for around £25 – we live in one of the most picturesque villages in France in the heart of the ‘gourmet’ belt. If a few days in medieval bliss would lift Anita’s spirit, as it does mine, daily, then please do not even bother to ask, just book yourself a flight to Bergerac – you would both be most welcome guests. Whenever

When I read her that extract Mrs D was overwhelmed at the generosity of a stranger. It went a long way towards wiping out the nasty memories of the preceding day. It perked her up no end and restored her resolve not to give in to the cancer.

There truly are some nice people in the world!

6 Comments leave one →
  1. December 2, 2009 9:15 am

    And did you go?

    • December 2, 2009 10:45 am

      Sadly not, Dave

      We were advised airlines would be reluctant to carry her.

      Having had 1/2 a lung removed there is a danger apparently that the acceleration force on take-off etc might lead to a collapsed lung.

      And while the £25 flight is cheap, the Insurance we would have needed to take out to cover the possibility of a collapsed lung was extortionate

      Then Mrs D herself, once she stopped to think about it, was too scared to go in case she needed urgent medical help when away

  2. December 2, 2009 1:05 pm

    There are truly some nice people in the world, what a thoughtful gesture.

  3. December 2, 2009 11:08 pm

    How did this angel know about Anita? Curious minds need to know.

    • December 2, 2009 11:59 pm

      Nobbly, Noseycow, Ratty, Julie, and myself became virtual friends on another blog before deciding to set up the Madhatters. The ‘angel’ was also a contributor to the other site.

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