Life's greatest invention

David Walsh | Posted on November 1, 2012

Last night my friend Martin hugged me twice. The first was the normal friend-departing sort of cuddle. The second had a distant intimacy, and I immediately recognised that paradox as a marker for the mindset that enabled it – Martin had identified, and then inadvertently transmitted to me, that this was the last time we would see each other.

Once, during the second third of our lives, we had been very close. Although the contact had petered out (in fact I didn’t see him for the last three years) we were still fast friends.

We didn’t see each other for the last three years because Martin moved to North Carolina from Tasmania, following a dream – or it might have been a fantasy. He won’t be going home. He has pancreatic cancer and, unless he manages to die of something else in the next few months, it will be the cause of his demise.

It turns out that the most common cause of pancreatic cancer, adenocarcinoma, allots you just four months from diagnosis. Strangely, having drawn the shortest of short straws in this dastardly lottery, you are better off pulling off another long shot. The rarer form of pancreatic cancer is survivable. But Martin hit the diabolical jackpot only once.

There is a form of chemotherapy that gives you a bit more than four months but it can be horrible. Martin tried it, and then he decided he would rather be human and soon dead than a shell of himself but dead slightly less soon. A brave decision for most people, not for Martin. For him it was obvious. The need to spend ‘quality time’ with the kids and wife was obvious, and paramount.

So now I’m on a plane, bound for New Orleans, a city that promises debauched fun, but this time it also promises guilt. Each fried thing or sazerac that I gulp down will remind me that Martin can only tolerate his body because he gulps morphine, ironically one of the debaucheries practiced by many of New Orleans’ transients, and not a few of its denizens. And he will gulp morphine and he will suffer and he will sleep and he will be confused and he will struggle to shit and he will die. Just like my brother, twenty years ago, he will die.

And I will think about him and feel sadness and grief, and a cocktail of guilt and relief that it wasn’t me, and the eruptions of grief and guilt will, over the great deal of time that I imagine is available to me, be fewer, and farther between. And then I will die. And then we all will die.

And all that doesn't matter. Because each moment is a tool. I sharpened my tools with Martin when we argued about infinity, and when we out-implemented each other’s algorithms, and when we ran out of petrol after driving 200 kilometres to get a milkshake, and when he reminded me that we ran out of petrol thirty-three years later, and when he hugged me, bearing the burden of his mortality, and thus imparting to me the certainty of mine.

Our bubbles will all burst. Last night I watched his thinning, but as it thinned the light shone more brightly through.


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Pat Caplice | November 1, 2012 at 04:43 pm

Martin is a good man. And you too David.

Juliet Ashworth - Chada | November 1, 2012 at 03:47 pm

I wish I could write like a lump in my throat


James Williamson | November 1, 2012 at 04:36 pm

I think its kind of interesting that once someone dies, all the moments of their life assumes equal importance. Whereas while their in the process of dying the next moment is always has priority. When Shirley ; my mum; was dying in the Wittle Ward, there was a moment of anger at the injustice of it all. One of the nurses sat with me and stated that there is something good about cancer, knowing you are going to die imminently allows you resolve and forgive....."A rapprochement"; ....if you get hit by a bus it doesn't happen. It seems that the hug was an expression of deep affection ... David

Michelle Warren | November 3, 2012 at 08:55 am

So many ways to die and one has to be flexible, intuitive and brave. So lucky to receive the second hug.

Joanne Wild | November 8, 2012 at 07:33 pm

Sad story David.

Mary | November 14, 2012 at 11:14 am

Raw, honest and beautiful. I wish I had those words when my lovely friend passed away . . all my words came out backwards!

Elise Taylor | November 15, 2012 at 03:24 pm

Shadows cast upon the heart, yet when those bubbles burst and find release from earthly pains, so the light of their lives carve even deeper than when they laughed and breathed alongside us. I buried my sister yesterday after a long struggle with cancer, and your words shared bled tears of comfort to my heart. Thank you.

Bruce Esplin | November 1, 2012 at 03:56 pm

Very moving and unfortunately very real sentiments.

Dawn Martin | November 1, 2012 at 04:35 pm

Life loss and grief eloquently written.....thank you for sharing, it was very moving.

Graeme Vaughan | November 1, 2012 at 03:54 pm

Truly one of the most moving and honest testimonies I have ever heard or read. A privilege to experience this sharing.

Beth Warren | November 1, 2012 at 06:48 pm

Very hard to read David but heart breaking to write.

neen | November 1, 2012 at 07:06 pm

Lost a great friend recently too, those hug's stay with you for your lifetime. The gift is being able to say goodbye. Eloquent words.

Elanor Nostril | November 1, 2012 at 11:22 pm

the second hug expresses
shared history
but understood

Peter Knight | November 2, 2012 at 12:05 am

That's an incredible piece of writing David. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

Angela Griffiths | November 2, 2012 at 07:08 am

Beautiful to read...

paintlater | November 2, 2012 at 09:25 am

You made me wet my IPad.

Bob Georgeson | November 2, 2012 at 10:18 am

A poignant post, and reminded me of a little anecdote I read the other day. When Francis Picabia was terminally ill in 1953 long term friend Marcel Duchamp sent him a telegram that read, "Dear Francis, see you soon."

Donnette Lawrence | November 2, 2012 at 02:42 pm

My very first MONA experience was with a wonderful Dutchman, before melanoma took him out of this world. That day will always be one of my fondest memories of spending time with him.

Thank you for sharing your world with us, David.

ditec remote | October 12, 2013 at 11:16 pm

This is a topic that's close to my heart... Many thanks!
Where are your contact details though?