My world came crashing down when I was told I might have months to live. Terrified, I played word games in bed and unloaded on strangers. Then I realised it was time to start living
You may or may not know the mobile game Wordscapes. Over calming new-age music, players are tasked with making as many words as possible out of a box of letters. The backdrop is a forest or a mountain range, and your mini-successes are rewarded with the sound of tinkling bell chimes and jingling coins. Swiping your fingers through the letters, and watching the words fly on to the grid, is an extremely soothing experience.
I used to wonder how I would spend my last remaining days if I were ever to find out I had only a short time left to live. Would I write that novel we’re told we all have inside us? Campaign to raise awareness of whatever merciless health condition I’d been struck down with? Or say, “To hell with work!” and spend whatever precious time I had left making memories with my family?
