Dn died on Monday.
Not so long ago, before anyone knew he would be dying, his grant proposal was funded, to spend a year in Australia working with me on research. He came with his family, with plans for his wife to finally take her turn to finish a PhD, also working with me. His sons enroled in school. They started making friends. His back kept hurting. Chiropractor didn't help much. Pain medicines weren't working. After a few more weeks, a new doctor did some more extensive tests, and found that his back and body were riddled with aggressive cancer. The family left Australia, and went back to their home country. Surgery. Drugs. Treatment. The wife dropped out of her PhD program to take a job to support the boys. For a few months there were occasional messages. A draft of a paper, to work on together remotely. Some positive news. And then there was silence for several months, until I heard the sad news Tuesday morning, from another colleague. It had been just over a year since the diagnosis.
Our paper isn't finished. I haven't found the time to work on it.
How does one find time to find the time?
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