My mum was diagnosed in the month of her birthday and the cancer was quite far along.  She bravely faced the prospect of treatment and didn't look back on what should have been or wishing things were different.  The treatment was difficult but was worth it while we thought there was a benefit and it would make a difference.  After three hope filled months, we were told that the signs were not good and that it wasn't making any difference.  Mum made her decision that enough was enough and stopped the treatment.  

I didnt't agree with her decision but that was because I was thinking of me and not of her.  By the end of the following month mum was no longer with us.  She was the stalwart of our family and the glue that kept us together.  Her impact has continued long after her breathing stopped.  Her strength still upholds me now.  Because of the very short time, mum didn't have time to meet Macmillan nurses.  I wish she had, because she would have been as much a blessing to them as they would have been to her.  

I am raising funds so that other people have time.