My Daughter Emma

In March 2003, Emma had her first operation; in July, the second and the cancer seemed to accelerate remorselessly from then on. In less than a year she was dead.

In February 2003 we met en famille in London for a last meal before our long journey to the southern hemisphere. She was clearly not well and could hardly eat. I felt very reluctant to leave and it came as no surprise really that almost as soon as we arrived in Sydney, we learnt that she was to have an operation. We had to leave for New Zealand almost immediately and, as luck would have it, were out of phone contact because my new Aussie mobile did not have roaming activated although I was assured it would be working. When finally we did speak she was upset not to have heard from me. I was shattered by her frantic and desperate anger with me and suddenly terrified of what was to come.

I always keep a diary when travelling but the kind of journal I wrote from July 2003 was altogether different. It was handwritten in hospital waiting rooms, on trains and planes and in the dark hours of the many wakeful long nights. Every so often I would type it up and add reflections when a little distance gave me better insight. Looking at it again I am puzzled as to how I sound so rational in what was a confused and anguished time. Even now, three years after, it is painful to read. The extracts on this blog are linked to a new web site dedicated to her memory.

2 Responses to “My Daughter Emma”

  1. Sarah Says:

    Emma’s website is beautiful. I have visited a couple of times now having discovered the link on Ernest’s site. I always cry and feel so sad, for you for Ernest for Emma for me, for all of us who loose someone precious. Emma’s site is a wonderful way to share her with the world.
    Thank you.

  2. Linda Says:

    I was deeply moved by your comment Sarah. I hoped Emma’s site would be a comfort to her friends and family and you made me realise that she reaches much further than those who were lucky enough to know her in life. Thankyou so much.

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