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25 ^th April. Wind WNW Variable 4-5, intermittent rain.

It ’ s a heavy thing, this cancer. If you added up every revolting bit there ’ d be just a few ounces of alien meat, but I still can ’ t sleep for the weight of it.

Last night in the cottage. Over 50 years I ’ ve been here.

Jack came to help, bless him, and stayed. He sleeps lightly as well. For once I could share the demon hour before dawn with another human, and blow steam off tea as if I could puff away the funk. We sat in the garden in waterproofs and felt rain on our faces and I knew I was still alive.

And it was just me and Jack, thank God.