<p>My story is simple. Cancer is shit. It destroys families. It killed my mum. My mum and dad were married for over 40 years but I had to watch my dad have to suffer this huge loss, and me and my sister had to go through it with him. My children never got to meet their Grandma (and never got to wear the many, many jumpers she'd have probably knitted them. Maybe they got off lightly come to think of it...). Like I said, cancer is shit.</p> <p>Even though we never needed the Macmillan nurses as mum died within 24 hours of the doctors telling us she had cancer, we at least knew there was someone there that we could rely on while we were going to pieces. We may never cure cancer, but we can sure as hell try and make the situation as palatable as we can (palatable being relative, of course). And the Macmillan team are helping to do that. So, in the oft-misquoted words of a scraggy faced Irishman back in 1985, "Give us yer feckin' money!". Please :)</p>