I’m on my way back to Spain with a heavy heart, seems like the words ‘died from cancer’ are all I’ve heard, seen and read for the last few days.I know people just as important, loved and valued as these stars lose their lifes to this poxy disease every day, but Barcelona made me forget, the novelty made me forget, the sunshine made me forget, the having no hospital visit for a month made me forget, the being with people who know nothing about what I have been through made me forget, feeling free and brave and strong and well made me forget that I have terminal cancer. I don’t want to remember.
