My Story
In 2004 I lost the only man in my life I’ve ever called Dad. This man wasn’t my biological father, as he left my mum and I when I was around 2. But in every other way he was the closest thing to a Dad and I loved him so much. My memory of dates is a little fuzzy, but for a few years prior to his passing he was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin lymphoma. He suffered, he suffered at lot, but he battled through chemotherapy as he fought it off, and a few weeks before his 42nd birthday he was given the all clear! We were so happy, as you would be. His birthday became and extra celebration, until a few weeks later when he collapsed at home. He was rushed to hospital where they diagnosed him with a brain tumour. There was nothing that could be done. It was to far along. We only had weeks left with him. And in the March of 2004, the man I called Dad, died. This mans name was John, and I am running this for him. Cancer doesn’t care who you are, if your a mother, father, brother, sister, son, or daughter. So the more we can raise to do our very best to find some way of preventing this horrific disease, will ensure that the next kid, who gets a second chance at having the best dad in the world, won’t have to worry about going through this as well.
