Faye Wrotchford is the endearing, bright, witty person who taught me the difference between a normal cheese grater and a microplane. She is the type of creative genius that uses an oyster card to eat porridge on a train when she leaves home without a spoon. Faye is that healthy, slim girl at university who always takes the stairs over the lift and eats sugar snap peas as a light snack while you frantically brush monster munch crumbs off your top in the elevator that’s struggling to lift you. Naturally, we love her a thousand times over.
It’s hard to articulate the colossal shock and the all consuming sadness we are experiencing since learning that Faye, at just 27 years old, has been diagnosed with a bastard form of terminal lung cancer; and has since had to discontinue her midwifery studies with us. At a time when we should all be stressed about final hand ins, exams, practice hours and applying for jobs together, this suddenly seems so futile when compared to the thought of losing our dear friend.
For these reasons myself, Tessa, Vicky and Hannah will be ignoring all of the above 3rd year stressors and representing the midwifery community in the Pretty Muddy Race for Life obstacle course. See us in pink scrubs on October 14th at Clapham Common. If you are inclined encourage this conversion of poor muscle tone and ginormous inflatable objects, please donate to Cancer Research through us here. If you prefer to support us by joining Faye on the sidelines, she will be easily identifiable as the hardest laughing spectator with her trademark fringe. Wishing love and good health to you all. xoxox
