Real heroes are easy to love and my Linda was loved by everyone. Beautiful on the outside, uniquely brave, loving, caring, and sensitive on the inside. She had such a verve for life that we all thought she'd beat the cancer that took her. But that cowardly bully of a disease was just too sneaky and deceitful. She shared none of those ugly characteristics so just didn’t see it coming.
Why was she so bloody wonderful? One example:
On one of the many occasions that Linda and I went to Velindre hospital for test results we sat nervously in the crowded waiting room hoping that her news was good. Opposite us was a young guy of about 30. He was clearly worried, and quite agitated as he waited to be seen. Linda tapped me on the leg and nodded towards him, her face a picture of sympathy and concern. Then, without a word she got up and sat next to him, took his hand and asked him his name. She talked to him about his life, his home, and just about everything else until he was called in. As he walked off he paused to mouth the words 'thank you'. He smiled, threw us a wave, and marched purposefully around the corner and into the corridor. It's just what she did. Effortlessly, selflessly.
From here on in we will run periodic charitable events, sponsored challenges, and corporate donations in Linda's name.
Every penny you donate goes straight to the frontline battle against the disease that took her from us. She’d be chuffed if you’d help us with your generosity.