Here's the sob story bit....think X Factor auditions....In 2012 I was diagnosed with a rare, chronic illness. This was, (and still is) a frighnening, lonely, horrible experience which effects me, and my close family on a daily basis. I really can't describe the feeling of helplessness being chronically ill has had on me. I was in bed for 18 months and had 8 or 9 operations. (Can you hear the violins) ... I am now better than I was 3 years ago but my life has had to completely change. I was a busy, full time working mum of 3. Now I feel accomplished if I manage to do some housework.
Recently I have realised that even on a good day, I have become increasingly fond of staying indoors, sitting on the couch, binge watching Game of Thrones. Usually feeling guilty every time I see the dogs wee faces begging me to take them out. I've realised that because I've become so used to feeling lousy, I just expect to. I've virtually stopped making any plans for fear of having to cancel and let people down. I need a challenge, something to motivate me.
So why this particular cause? Cancer has devastated my family. My mum died in 1985 when I was 12 years old. Things were very different then. Nobody spoke about cancer. In fact the whole time she was ill I never heard that word. It never occured to me that every time we visited mum in hospital it might be the last time. It never entered my head that mum would actually die! She died during the school summer holidays. I went back to school at the start of the new term - No-one in school said a word to me about mums death. I'll never forget that.
Fast forward to 2010. My Dad, out of the blue (to me anyway) was diagnosed with prostate cancer. In my eyes Dad had been the epitomy of good health. Prior to this I don't think I remember him ever being ill. He was completely active and sporty, being out on the golf course or bowling green everyday. That didn't seem to matter. His cancer was aggressive and fast spreading. Things were very different than when mum died. Cancer was spoken about quite easily. There were numerous well known agencies to go to for help and advice. Although Dad's cancer progressed quickly, his death seemed slow and agonising. My sister and I lost our second parent. Our children lost a fun, loving Grandad. His death was not a shock to me, as mum's had been. However it was no less traumatic or unbearable.
So, since I have lost more than my fair share of relatives to cancer, my insight of how it feels to be diagnosed with a serious illness and my increasing love of Box Set watching, I have decided that this is the perfect fund raiser for me.!
I look on in great admiration of my peers who are running 10k runs most weekends,.... but I could never do that!! As much as I would love to do that muddy assault course or run around Camperdown Park countless times...I do know my limitations. Walking 10 000 steps every day in March will be as tough for me as running the London Marathon is for most active 45 year olds. Well maybe not that bad, but believe me, it will be a struggle! And no, I'm not being negative, just realistic.
It will give me a great sense of purpose and achievement to complete this challenge . My faithful doggy companions Belle and Waggy witll be stepping out with me. So it's a win win situation. Hopefully we all get a little bit fitter, I feel like I'm not completely useless, and I raise some cash for this very deserving cause which is very close to my heart.
I feel really uncomfortable asking for sponsorships. Don't worry if you can't support me financially, some words of encouragement and support will be greatly appreciated. Of course if you can give a small donation that's great too, afterall I suppose it's the main purpose of this whole exercise!!
Anything we can do to ease the suffering caused by this disease is worthwhile. Thank you.