My Story
Most people who will be reading this will know how strong, loveable, and amazing Julie Dawn Williams was, for those who never got to meet her, you missed a chance to have fantastic friend. My Mum didn’t have it easy in life, first off she gave birth to me, bless her. She was very successfully in her life, raising to be best she could be. She finally got where she wanted to be as Doctor Receptionist, and she was loving life. Unfortunately, the love was short lived as in 2002 she had brain hemorrhage and multiple strokes that destroyed the life she had built. Lucky enough my mums’ brain and strength prevailed, and she slowly but surely grew a new life with the challenges she was left with. This didn’t stop her being Juke box Julie and she was soon back in her beloved Turf. Life got better but then came the cancer, in 2009 she was diagnosed with Breast Cancer, denting her armor even more. She fought this challenge like she did back 2002 and again she won. But this scar was the biggest for her as the cancer had taken one of her breasts, the cancer didn’t break the personality she was and then betty boob came along. Betty Boob was her boob in a box, she would never been seen with out Betty. She literal went betty boob mad! She finally got rid of the breast cancer and got the all clear in 2015 and she was free to carry on being who she was. Well as some may no this wasn’t the end. In March 2019 it was confirmed the cancer had returned, but this time it wasn’t going to back down. The cancer had now spread from the breast to her bones. She believed with treatment she would fight the battle again and live a comfortable life with cancer as it was now incurable, but we could she this one was going to be the hardest one yet. She went into hospital for test and after test to finally be told there was no more, they could do. The cancer had attacked her liver and it had failed; she had lost! I will always remember the last words she spoke to me. She grabbed my hand and told me “I give up and I love you son” that was the last time I heard my mum’s voice. We got her home so she can pass away and she lost the battle on the 30th June 2019 with us beside her. She was 59. It was the hardest thing to watch my mum go from who she was to nothing in such a short time. Seeing her take her last breath is something I will never forget. Well, it’s time to honour and prove to my mum I can do the race for life and which I want to back when she first had cancer, but it wasn’t possible until 2019. Now I can do it, I would never have believed I would be doing it in her memory. Well mum here we are I am signed up and training to run 5k in your honour and memory. Told you one day I will do it! I will be running the Manchester 5K Race for Life on 17th July with a close friend my mum had soft spot for James Sing Wong. He is there for support as I haven’t run since, I was in High School. If you can spare a penny or two to support Cancer Research Uk I will run my socks off or try to. My mum gave to Cancer Research Uk since 2009 so she will love we are supporting her chosen charity. I wish to do anything I can to help fight Cancer to take away the pain from other people and families destroyed by it. 1 in 2 people will be diagnosed with cancer in their lifetime and there will be more so let’s do what we can to WIN this battle once and for all. Thank you for taking the time to read my story and if you donate and sponsor, even bigger thank you.
