My Story
Thanks for taking the time to visit my fundraising page. Cancer is happening right now, which is why I’m fundraising right now for Cancer Research UK. There’s no time to lose! Donate to my page today and help bring forward the day when all cancers are cured. My wonderful uncle Ian sadly left us in July of last year and his departure has left a huge 'Ian' shaped hole in all of our hearts. Anyone that knew him understood and admired how selfless, caring and terribly funny he was (I say terribly quite literally too. His 'dad' jokes were awfully cheesy. God, do I miss them). He worked tirelessly for Cumbria Deaf Association for over 35 years and gave his all to helping others. I fill with pride every time I hear how beautifully and with fondness everybody speaks of his memory Aside from his job, Ian was the epitome of a family man through and through. He was the type of man to go to the end of the earth to help a loved one, and often he did. We were all heartbroken upon hearing his diagnosis of Oesophageal cancer in early 2016 but his character never faltered. He brought on this difficult new challenge with the upmost bravery and I will be forever in awe of his strength. Sadly, this wasn't the first time cancer had affected Ian and the rest of my family's life, nor the second. In the 80's and then the 90's my grandparents lives were stolen too soon by cancer. I never had the chance to meet them and their legacy lives on in my mind through the stories I am told of them. I am pleased to know what wonderful folk they were. Ian remained true to character until he couldn't. He dedicated hours to writing up quizzes and games for us, stood loyal as ever in the Paddock at Brunton Park each week and carried on being a bench mark for us all of just what a good human looks like. Although it's coming up to a year since he left us; his wit, generosity, patience and dark humour walk alongside me every day. He'd be tickled to know I was doing (rather, attempting) a 5k run in his honour. In fact, he'd find plenty of jokes and puns about it. Yet, I'd bet my life he'd be there for me at the finish line though, cheering me on as he always did. Each of us all have had a difficult and testing year so far, which is why every donation to cancer research in honour of Ian means all the more to me and mine. Please, donate what you can. If you can't, please don't worry. Even just thoughts and well wishes that I actually make it to the finish line without collapsing will do me just fine! Thank you for reading my story.
