Because I feel that I am constantly fundraising for The PPR Foundation, coupled with the fact that I have not sent Chrismas cards for the last two years, I will be sending some cards this Christmas. However, if you felt that you did not want to send me a card this year and felt minded to donate the £1 that we are trying to get from one million people instead, it will be most gratefully accepted by all at The PPR Foundation
You can donate on this page from your credit card or you can donate from your mobiles by texting 70070 and typing into the main body of the message PPRF58
We are eight widows; all lost our husbands to a Brain Tumour and we are determined to make a difference in the field of research. Please help us; your 'small change' enables us to make a 'BIG CHANGE'.
I'd like to wish you all a very Happy Christmas and a healthy and prosperous New Year
PS. I have left my story,(written last year), below..........
“Once upon a time, in the city of Liverpool, two children; a boy aged 12 and a girl aged 11, met at Sunday school and became childhood sweethearts, and from then on their lives became one. Their teenage years were fun and exciting; it was the era of The Mersey Sound, The Beatles, The Cavern Club, coffee bars, the mini skirt and so much more. They married at a very young age and had two very special children. They were soul mates, bestfriends and planned to ‘live happily ever after’ – well, that’s what happens in Fairy Tales isn’tit?Until the day the Fairy tale became a nightmare and they faced the biggest horror of their lives...”
These two people were my husband Peter and I. Our idyllic life changed dramatically the day we were told that Peter had a malignant brain tumour. We both knew that from that moment on, things were never ever going to be the same again. We still had so much to do, so much to see – we had so many dreams unfinished, in fact we suddenly realised that we’d barely started! We spent the next twelve months on Fast Forward. We packed ten years into that time treasuring those moments when we could enjoy all that life has to offer and of course enduring the radiotherapy and various chemotherapy treatments he had to face. Our feet barely touched the ground and we were almost ‘daring’ death to be too slow to catch up with us.
Of course we could not continue to live life at this pace and as Peter’s health inevitably deteriorated, we were forced to live very quietly at home together and face the chilling outcome of this dreadful disease. Peter and I fought very hard to win and it is absolutely tragic that we lost our fight ……. and our Fairy Tale was over.
Since Peter’s untimely death, I have hated sending Christmas cards. Writing ‘just my name’ at the bottom of the greeting is just awful; something I will never get used to. This year I have decided that I will use the monies that I would have spent on Christmas cards and postage as a donation to The PPR Foundation. Could I ask you, my friends and family to further support our cause by not sending me a card this year, but to donate £1 to my Just Giving page please?
I wish you all a very Happy Christmas and a peaceful, prosperous and healthy New Year