Dixie & Ellie take on their FIRST marathon in just 9 weeks!!!

Our story;

After a few weeks of headaches and confusion back in November, I finally convinced my dad to get checked out.

On Friday 14th November the doctor referred him for a CT on the Sunday 16th November, he wasn’t in there long before he was sent straight to A&E after being told a mass had been found on his brain. After several days of steroids to reduce the inflammation and get a clearer picture of what was going on, we were finally sat down and told it was cancer, initially believed to be secondary. Further investigations later confirmed it was in fact primary.

After being discharged, we held onto a small glimmer of hope whilst waiting to meet our surgeon’s, but that was ripped away from us following a biopsy on the 4th of December. Two weeks later, on the 18th of December, it was confirmed to be a Grade 4 Glioblastoma.

With the utmost courage, my dad agreed to proceed with radiotherapy, as chemotherapy would not be effective. Just over a week before treatment was due to start, we received the devastating call that treatment was being withdrawn as the latest markers showed that hospice care was now the only option.

On the 25th of January, my dad closed his eyes and went to heaven.

The battle may have been short but nevertheless gruelling, with every meeting room closing in on us, in true Barry style, he handled it with strength, courage, charm, and determination. I sat and watched in awe as this cancer stripped my dad away, one slow day at a time.

He was truly one in a million, an idol, a gentleman, a legend. He will be missed more than words could explain. He will be remembered for his big heart and piercing blue eyes.

In his legacy, I will spend the rest of my life helping this cause that can rip patients and families apart in weeks - please give what you can this is just a small snippet of our story, there are families that are living this nightmare today.