Cancer can Jog on..

 

Anyone who knows me will know that I’m not too good at emotional stuff, but I would like to share with you why me and team Pink ladies are running The Race for Life. . My story is a bit long, but if you have the next 5 mins free, then feel free to read it....

 

My Mum was the most brilliant, clever, and funny and loving women I have ever met. Most of all she was, without doubt, the strongest person I have ever known.  I know..Most people think their Mums are the best, but believe me she was one of a kind.

 

Mum was unwell for about 2 months. She said she ached all over. I took her to the doctors and they said she was fine. One day I came home and she said she could not walk properly. I called a doctor and they said that it was probably artheritus.  A week later mum could not get off the sofa and was crying in pain. I called an ambulance. They done tests for 2 days and told me that it was all clear and she would come home within 2 weeks. They called me the next day and said I must come to the hospital ASAP. When I arrived they told me that there had been a mix-up with surnames and my mum would not be ok. In fact she had 14 different types of Cancer and had 3 months. The look on my face must have made them realise that I did not believe this and they informed me, that in fact, she had about 4 weeks. She would not be able to leave the hospital because she was so unwell and would have to die here. The doctor then told me that he would be breaking this news to her as I was 2 upset........Have you ever tried to race a doctor ?...they are fast...well I made it to the ward first and never needed to “break the news” to mum. I walked in, looked at her ( a blubbering mess) she smiled, held out her arms and we cried together.  My mum did come home (I never have done what I am told) and she died in my arms with the sun shining through her bedroom window and Tammy Wynette playing in the background. My mum was diagnosed with Cancer on a Thursday and died the following Friday...8 days she stayed strong...She was 59

 

I lost my best friend that day, and I changed as a person, I lost my sole mate.  The reason my mum did not need me to tell her that day that she had Cancer is because she lost 5 brothers, 2 sisters, bother parents and 4 grandparents  to Cancer. One upon a time she was the young women standing before her own Dad, just like I stood before her, and they proberly just cried together too.

 

I am doing the Race for Life because I never want my daughter to have to look at me like that. The silent conversation that has happened for generations in my family. The silent conversation that happens in millions of families every year.

 

So come on and support us .....even if you turn up and wave a flag in memory of my Mum x