Jack is serving
life without parole, and has terminal cancer. Throughout my incarceration, Jack
was a positive influence. He encouraged me to keep writing, to enter
short-story competitions, and we proofread each other’s chapters. Jack is
seeking pen pals, so anyone interested please email me at
attwood.shaun@hotmail.co.uk for his details.
Unfortunately,
I’ve been a bit under the weather. Something has gone haywire, and I’m having a
few problems walking again. I’m getting around, but I have to use my cane. I’ve
also managed to develop an infection that has caused the lymph nodes in my neck
and under my left arm to swell. I’ve been on antibiotics for the last two
weeks. The swelling has gone down some, but I still look like I’ve got a golf
ball stuck in my throat. My chemo port is blocked again. I have two options. 1:
They take me to the chemo clinic and they work their magic and manage to clear
the blockage or 2: I have to go back to hospital and have the port surgically
repaired. I’m hoping for 1 but expecting 2. Well, if nothing else, my life
isn’t boring.
Thank
you for being an emergency contact in the event of my death. I can’t begin to
express how much of a relief this is to me. My terminal health care needs are
relatively simple. I wish to be kept reasonably pain free, but I do not under
any circumstances wish for my life to be prolonged by means of artificial
circulation or breathing, nor do I wish to be artificially administered food or
fluids. I hope I don’t sound selfish or defeatist, but to be honest, Shaun, I’m
tired. I’m plum worn out. I know I can do the chemo again, I’m just not sure if
that’s the right thing to do. Yea, I know I’m snivelling and sounding weak,
maybe I’m just depressed right now, but things do seem rather bleak and my
prospects aren’t exactly the greatest.
Thank
you again for everything you’ve done for me. I appreciate it more than you’ll
ever know.
With
much love and appreciation,
Jack
Shaun
Attwood
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