I am raising money for Cancer research …but this time I want to explain why I am.

My brother Sami who is a profession fighter has a fight coming up in May and he has agreed to take part in a sponsorship and showcase the outcome on his fight.

Once I have reached the target which is £1000 he has agreed to shave off his hair and have some waxing done, all in the name of charity!

 I appreciate not everyone would want to donate and my story isn’t to pressure anyone or to make anyone feel obligated, I just wanted to explain why I am doing it.

I have written my experience below, if you would like to read it feel free………

 

Raising money for cancer research is something that is done everyday in various ways by many different people, every fund raiser with a different message to urge people to donate to such a good cause. Everyone knows someone who has been diagnosed with cancer, for me it was my brother. I think it’s true what they say, when you hear about someone with cancer its sad and you feel sympathy…until it happens to your family, then it’s a completely different story. My brother isn’t here to tell his story, so I will do it for him.

 

His name was Hasan Philip Kellam and he was 27 when he passed away 5 days after his birthday (which would be this Sunday 27^th February) He found a lump on his leg and went to the hospital, there they told him he had a tumour in his thigh. He passed away on 02/03/04

 

I stopped believing in cancer research. I couldn’t see how there was all this technology in the world, with all the money that is donated and they couldn’t save my brother.

 

I felt torn that I wasn’t supporting the only charity that has the power to help patients like my brother. It has been nearly 7 years since my brother passed away and I think about him everyday and remember that I have done nothing to help his cause. It felt like emotional turmoil.

 

Then recently I spoke to a friend who works in developing medicine to help cancer patients. She didn’t know about my brother or how I felt towards the charity. We began talking about her line of work, she explained to me that sometimes they have very young children who are terminally ill with very little hope when they first arrive.

 

When she first started explaining this to me, I was going to tell her the reason I didn’t believe in it and why I didn’t have a lot of faith in it. However, before I had a chance my whole outlook on the subject changed. She told me how sometimes a young child who is very ill comes in with very little hope of getting better, but they are so innocent that they don’t even know it. At this point I listened very closely, because I know very well how it feels to be a family member of that young child. When they are so ill you don’t want to believe what is in front of you. But this story was different. She told me how that young child with so little hope to begin with slowly started to get better as she was in their facility. How well she responded to the medicine and how she walked away with the all clear because they were able to help. Now I cannot explain to you how I felt hearing what she said. Every time I think about what she said I get goose bumps.

 

I started to think about how the money the charity raises helps and brings hope into peoples lives that they wouldn’t otherwise have. I thought that if no one donated what would happen?

 

For parents that depend solely on the hope that somehow there will be a remedy to make their child better, that somewhere there is a medicine being developed for them, that someone will help.

 

That’s when you realise that the only way you can give these parents hope is by supporting this charity. If everyone was as cynical as I was then no one would be donating to the charity. It wouldn’t be possible to continue developing medicine to make it possible for a child to walk away – all clear.

 

I couldn’t help save my brother but if I can help even one child walk away from what he couldn’t then this is all worth it.

 

I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for him, he was a happy person…but I wanted to tell you his story and the reason behind why I believe in this cause so much.

 

I also want to say thank you to the person who finally managed to take that weight off my shoulders. I cannot put into words how much I appreciate it. I am only setting up a page for generous people to make donations but you're the one that helps people get better everyday. 

 

If you would like to donate, this will be much appreciated. The amount is not important as anything we raise will be great and raise awareness. J

 

Thanks for taking the time to visit my JustGiving page.

'God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you and whispered "come to me." With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best'