Most of us journey through life without thinking too often of the end.
Sure, we know we won't live forever, but death is an event that will happen at some undetermined point somewhere in our future.
Despite knowing we are mortal we push that fact to one side, blissfully ignorant of our death until it is upon us - or perhaps not at all.
I struggle to comprehend what it must be like to be aware of your impending death, teetering on the edge for months, then years, and then months again.
It sounds like Stynes has embraced the positive of this brush with mortality; the prioritising of what is really important, something most of us won't do until it is too late.