For When I’m Gone- Rebecca Ley
BLOG TOUR- EXTRACT Published 3rd September. ___________ Sylvia’s Manual It’s definitive now, you heard him. ‘Nothing more we can do,’ he said, before using words like ‘comfortable’, ‘time’ and ‘family.’ Soothing sentences, carefully chosen. He didn’t find it easy, I’ll admit that. Dr Z: young, earnest frown, getting it right. But it was a job to him. And I resented that. Never mind his sweet professionalism, his unblemished skin. It turns out dying hasn’t made me a saint after all, you see. I so wish it had. Anyway, now we know for sure, I’m doing this. Since it turns out that all the treatment and trials, the cannulae and caffeine were for nothing, it seems right. I’m not going to tell you that I’m writing this. Not yet, anyway. I don’t think you’ve accepted things, even after what Dr Z said. You seem to be operating on your own flight path, denial holding you in mid-air. I know that’s what is making it possible...
