No Treats At The End

A friend sends news that Nuala O’Faolain has died. At 68. Of lung cancer, Julimac!
I first heard her in an extended radio interview, probably on Fresh Air, after her memoir Are You Somebody? came out and her telling of her childhood life in Ireland was so compelling that I went out and bought it.
But as it turns out, the novel My Dream of You was much better.
Here's her summation of her lingering death from the last line in the Times obit:

“The world said to me, ‘That’s enough of you now, and what’s more, we’re not going to give you any little treats at the end.’ ”