Jo Rhodes<p>Pondering <a href="https://climatejustice.social/tags/EndOfLife" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>EndOfLife</span></a> matters <a href="https://climatejustice.social/tags/death" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>death</span></a> <a href="https://climatejustice.social/tags/dying" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>dying</span></a> <a href="https://climatejustice.social/tags/cancer" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>cancer</span></a> <a href="https://climatejustice.social/tags/TerminalIllness" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>TerminalIllness</span></a> and how some folk are massively organised and some really never think about things until it's too late. A friend had major surgery yesterday and biopsy and other tests may or may not prove she has something especially grim. She has spent the last few weeks sorting her finances and whilst she hopes none of this is needed for a while, was relieved to get her affairs in order for partner and daughter. Another friend died last week and he went downhill very fast. He was not scared of dying, had no family, lived a very simple life and died in a nursing home. I tried to get him to think about all this sort of thing but he was too ill. So.. I spent an odd lunchtime with a woman from social services starting to go through his meagre possessions. Felt oddly intrusive but also profoundly moving to see what he valued.</p>