Dean Spanley
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smokingbootApropos of nothing, Whimsy sent me this link; https://ok.ru/video/2878995892934 along with the message
I mentioned this film to you once. Here's a link. It doesn't really come alive until the last 10 minutes....
She's right, it takes its time. But if one is patient the reward is worth it, even if Peter O Toole looks like he's having severe eye-liner problems.
Dean Spanley is absurd and a bit fantastical with a lot of joy and enough pain to make me wonder why my old friend sent it to me. Despite what she says, she never mentioned it before. She is very hearty and robust, not one of nature's empaths, yet she knew it would touch me though maybe not how. It's worth it.
The film has nothing to do with cancer, but loss and death are major themes in it. I am two treatments away from what is hopefully the end of this chapter in my life, and R has been utterly supportive in everything. But perhaps when he is in England, I'll make my way to Maggie's (https://www.maggies.org/our-centres/maggies-edinburgh/) and I'll cry at some stranger over tea and biscuits.
Because it's only now I realise that apart from a couple of late night blubs by myself or in R's arms, I have been holding it in, like holding my breath, waiting for this to be over so I could - could what? I don't know. I tried not to express it except here on my old journal. Not because I lack support but because on the contrary, there's so much love I fear leaning too hard.
Anyway, Dean Spanley; now I learn it was originally a novel by Lord Dunsany, ancestor of the fantasy genre so I probably have to buy it.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dean-Spanley-Novel-Lord-Dunsany/dp/0007290454
I mentioned this film to you once. Here's a link. It doesn't really come alive until the last 10 minutes....
She's right, it takes its time. But if one is patient the reward is worth it, even if Peter O Toole looks like he's having severe eye-liner problems.
Dean Spanley is absurd and a bit fantastical with a lot of joy and enough pain to make me wonder why my old friend sent it to me. Despite what she says, she never mentioned it before. She is very hearty and robust, not one of nature's empaths, yet she knew it would touch me though maybe not how. It's worth it.
The film has nothing to do with cancer, but loss and death are major themes in it. I am two treatments away from what is hopefully the end of this chapter in my life, and R has been utterly supportive in everything. But perhaps when he is in England, I'll make my way to Maggie's (https://www.maggies.org/our-centres/maggies-edinburgh/) and I'll cry at some stranger over tea and biscuits.
Because it's only now I realise that apart from a couple of late night blubs by myself or in R's arms, I have been holding it in, like holding my breath, waiting for this to be over so I could - could what? I don't know. I tried not to express it except here on my old journal. Not because I lack support but because on the contrary, there's so much love I fear leaning too hard.
Anyway, Dean Spanley; now I learn it was originally a novel by Lord Dunsany, ancestor of the fantasy genre so I probably have to buy it.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dean-Spanley-Novel-Lord-Dunsany/dp/0007290454
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