a bit of a shit week
I'm sad to report that The Editter died this week. We first met through her blog a few years ago and since then I've enjoyed our regular catch ups on trips home across the Tasman. This year our ritual breakfast at an excellent cafe in Cuba Street (Saturday, 9 am, same place, same time) got shelved. At Easter I had the pleasure of seeing her in hospital, to welcome her beautiful son. Then lastly two months ago, I visited her at home to say goodbye. It was week 1 of chemo, she wanted miso soup and she showed me the engagement ring her partner had just bought her, though was yet to formally slip on her finger. She was planning a beach wedding in December.
There's a cruel irony in dying so young, at 43, when your much wanted child is just 6 months old. Strangely, though my own brother died a decade younger, in the scheme of things The Editter's death seems more tragic.
What good can come of this? I love the health-giving properties of Vitamin D laden UV but melanoma is still a killer. Don't get sad reading this post if you don't know this wonderful woman, just check your spots and freckles instead. Visit your doctor asap if anything seems awry, or if you have no idea what you should look for.
The Editter was not careless with her health. She's wasn't someone to ignore her body. Pregnancy may have caused the undetected lesion to multiply out of control and spread to her brain, lungs, liver and adrenal gland before she knew it was there.
So you've got the message now. An odd spot or any kind of weird body thing happening anywhere that doesn't feel right. Get it checked.
Better safe than sorry.