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The passing of David Bowie hit hard. If you grew up with him during the early seventies, and liked the music, it changed your life. This summation by Telegraph music critic Neil McCormick of the early fans reaction to Bowie’s music was the best I read over the past two weeks:
“There’s a starman waiting in the sky…” he promised, and was as good as his word. I was transported across space and time with Ziggy Stardust, struck by the lightning bolt of Aladdin Sane, hounded through apocalyptic ruins by the Diamond Dogs, seduced by the Cracked Actor, alienated by the Thin White Duke, and dumped, frozen and bewildered in electro paralysis in Berlin.
From the early days of being a fan, to 2016, the singer still impacts my life as a reporter on aging issues. His son, Duncan Jones, shared an open letter written in the British Medical Journal by a palliative care doctor which shed light on the musician’s preparation for death, and thanked him for his contribution to music. According to an article by Alice Vincent, also in the Telegraph, “It has been reported, although not officially confirmed, that Bowie’s “courageous 18-month battle” was with liver cancer.”
Mark Taubert, a Palliative Care Consultant at Velindre NHS Trust, Cardiff, wrote that “[Bowie’s] story became a way for us to communicate very openly about death, something many doctors and nurses struggle to introduce as a topic of conversation,” and he says he discussed a number of difficult subjects with a patient with terminal cancer as a result.
According the Vincent’s article “Taubert praised Bowie for the supposedly “final pictures” that were taken of him, wearing a suit and smiling. He wrote: “You looked great, as always, and it seemed in direct defiance of all the scary monsters that the last weeks of life can be associated with.”
RIP Bowie!