Ivan Noble, "The time has come"

Generally, I don’t cry on books or movies. Lassie didn’t make my cry. But Hal did, singing Daisy, Daisy and slowly turning off…

Stupid into to something that really touched me few days ago: Ivan Noble, journalist of BBC Online died from brain tumor. Week before he dyed he published his last article, saying his state is so bad that he can’t continue writing.

I was reading his diary regularly where he described his illness and everything he went through…fears, hopes, worries… I really liked to read it because he was writing with ought pathetic sentences and self-pity. I no matter how stupid it sounds, I really wanted for him to beat the disease, which made him almost blind in the end, and made him feel only bits and pieces of his wife and two kids.
I never sent an e—mail of support. I was always late, coz hundreds of people said before me everything I felt or wanted to say, so there was no point.

He strongly believed in science and medicine progress which would possibly find a cure for different illnesses, including his. Although knowing the chances to win the tumor are not on his side, he was writing with optimism. But what I admire the most, was the fact he showed to people he was scared and that it’s ok to be scared.
Journalist of Guardian, Ruth Picardie, wrote in the similar way while she was dying of cancer. She left a husband and 2 year-old twins almost 8 years ago. Articles Ruth wrote were published in a book “Before I Say Goodbye".

I don’t know if there’s a point to put now link on his diary, but I think I’ll put it anyway. I want as many people possible to read it, no matter how pathetic it sounds.
Like Ruth’s, Ivan’s articles will be published in a book later during this year.