You’ve heard me talk before about my lovely friend, Tish. Today I heard the news that she passed away yesterday morning. My world just got a little bit darker.
Tish came into my life a few years ago when we both attended a charity ball in Brighton raising funds to build a new Macmillan Support Centre (Splash of Green). The ball was (and has been annually since) organised by a mutual friend, Della. Della had put Tish and I on the same table along with Lindsay and Kerry. We had a blast. We laughed and giggled the evening away and became great friends.
I wrote about our little trip to Brighton. We had a hoot. What I didn’t tell you. I didn’t know how. Was that Kerry passed away last November. We didn’t get the chance to celebrate her 40th birthday with her. I’m sure Kerry loved the planning and plotting on our trip to Brighton though. Tish and I visited my bench in Berkeley Square and raised a glass to Kerry to wish her a happy birthday.
My bench in Berkeley Square has featured a great deal with Tish and I over the past year or so. We’ve visited it together and separately. I’ve loved that I get a text from Tish saying she’s there. She needed space and somewhere to think and has headed to my bench. I’ve loved that she found sanctity on my bench too. I’ve loved that she’s celebrated there with me also.
I can’t believe that a year and a few days after Kerry’s passing, I’m here writing this now about Tish’s passing.
Tish has celebrated the great things with me and also the not so great things. We’ve met up before or after medical appointments. Texted, called or sent a card to say that we’re thinking of each other at a time of scanxiety or treatment. I think we ‘got’ each other. Despite being in each other’s lives for such a relatively short time, she was truly a great friend.
In recent months when she’s not been so well, I’ve spent time with her in hospital receiving chemo or visited her when she’s been staying ‘overnight’. We’ve met up in town when she’s having appointments. We’ve put the world to right face to face. Lately because of fluid on her lungs, we’ve ‘talked’ more by text. Long lengthy texts that I’m sure our mobile providers love the cost of. We’ve exchanged cards and postcards. We’ve encouraged, supported, motivated and loved.
Tish showed me many things in our short friendship. Her generosity of spirit. Her incredibly positive attitude. Her endless love. Her ability to plan for a future. To take life and give it a jolly good shakeup.
For example, last year when she was told her ovarian cancer had recurred. She did what any crazy fun loving, life living person would do… booked a trip to Australia! One of Tish’s sisters lives in Australia and had got married in Mexico. Tish had been to the wedding and had met a man there, Dave. He lived in Perth. Tish said it was crazy timing and crazy to think that anyone should come into her life now. Her month in Australia was made all the better by a truly caring and thoughtful man. He visited a few months ago and was planning to come over here for Christmas. I’m so terribly grateful that Tish had this love in her life again. Despite his living so far away, he was always in touch with her and obviously cared deeply for her.
Tish has always believed that she can help her health by maintaining a positive energy, meditating, eating well and with nutrition to help fight cancer and keep her cancer-free. Dave supported her in this and she attended many meditation classes and events in Perth. She came back from Australia really stunning the medics and proving once again that she can beat this dreadful disease.
Life sort of took over recently with trying to sort out finances and thinking about selling her flat. We talked about some of the stresses in her life that were now pushing ‘Tish’ time out and the importance of putting it all back together again. Tish booked into the Penny Brohn Cancer Centre a few months ago. I talked about my going at the same time but decided that we both needed to talk about things separately. She took her great friend Maxine. Tish came back refreshed and ready to renew her positive spirit once more. Tish urged me to book myself into Penny Brohn. I’m now supremely grateful that she did and off there very soon.
I can’t imagine the pain and loss that is being experienced by her daughter, her parents, her siblings and Dave. No parent should lose a child, at any age. No young girl should have to deal with the loss of her parent.
Just one final word.
Tish I’m incredibly grateful and thankful for you to have been a part of my life. You’ve taught me much more than you could every know. I shall miss you dreadfully and right now don’t know who’s going to put my world right. Who will I text with tidbits of crazy news? Thank you for your support, love, laughter and encouragement.