My poor left leg is getting better, but the rest of me is not. The sun was shining outside and, just for a moment, all seemed well. I have only been happy once since I’ve been in Addenbrooke’s and that was on Christmas morning when Rev Jon Canessa, Chairman of the Cambridge Church Homeless Project, brought me the Holy Sacrament. The doctors think I will get better (slowly). I cannot commit suicide because it is considered a great sin in the Roman Catholic Church to which I belong. Other doctors thought I might have had a stroke, too.Īs I write this, I have been in hospital for six weeks and I am feeling no better – worse if anything. But I was told that, as well as a heart attack, I was suffering from a) kidney failure b) an ulcerated left leg c) anaemia. The very nice doctor preferred to discuss his boyhood caravanning holiday with the patient instead of diagnosing them. I was taken by ambulance to Addenbrooke’s Hospital, I asked not to be resuscitated. On 17 th December 2019, I had a heart attack while sleeping on the floor of St Mary’s Church in Cambridge. In the meantime, here is Wilfred's last column, filed just before he died on February 19, aged 82.
There will be a memorial service, to which all readers are welcome, once the dreaded virus has gone. We can't help thinking that Wilfred would have sneakingly rather liked the drama of the occasion. Sadly, because of the coronavirus, the only attendants were two kind men of the cloth, one Anglican and one Catholic. The Oldie's treasured columnist Wilfred De'Ath had his funeral today in Cambridge.
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