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I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.

Jenny Downham

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Jenny Downham
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: January 1
Actor
Author
Film Actor
Novelist
Writer
Inner and Outer London
Choices
Dies
Means
Death
Mean
Way
Illness
Choice
Saying

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Adam strokes my head, my face, he kisses my tears. We are blessed. Let them all go. The sound of a bird flying low across the garden. Then nothing. Nothing. A cloud passes. Nothing again. Light falls through the window, falls onto me, into me. Moments. All gathering towards this one.
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. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.
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The inside of the door is glossy white. A total re-paint. I touch it with my fingers, but it stays the same. It's so bright it makes the room waver at the edges. Every few years we disappear.
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I want you to be with me in the dark. To hold me. To keep loving me. To help me when I get scared. To come right to the edge and see what's there.
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Hold my hand. Don't let go.
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It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.
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As an actor I worked for seven years with a community theater company based in London. We used improvisation techniques to take stories to young people who wouldn't normally have access to them - in prisons, hospitals, young offender's units, youth clubs and housing estates.
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She'll understand what I already know - that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between your teeth.
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When I first saw Ellie, I knew it was her-- she was my fantasy. I didn't want it to be true, but every time I met her it was obvious, and the funny thing was that she was better than the fantasy, like I got more stuff than I'd imagined.
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Perhaps I'm dead. Perhaps this is all it will be. The living will carry on in their world – touching, walking. And I'll continue in this empty world, tapping soundlessly on the glass between us.
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Don't pretend to care. I don't need you as an anesthetic.
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Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.
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Parents don't know their children at all. No one knows anyone, in fact.
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I made a fatal error thinking he could save me.
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Keep breathing. Just keep doing it. It's easy. In and out.
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Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much.
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Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.
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I'm here. Soon I won't be. Zoey's baby is here. Its pulse tick-ticking. Soon it won't be. And when Zoey comes out of that room, having signed on the dotted line, she'll be different. She'll understand what I already know- that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between you teeth.
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I shrug him off. 'Can't you just go away? There's a moment. It has a sound in it, as if something very small got broken.
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It hurts and hurts to have him this close. I feel sick with it.
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