When my Granddad and great Nan died, I was
so young I only have a few memories of them and I’m lucky enough not to
remember them being ill. But I will remember
my Grandma suffering from this disease. She
was given three to five months to live; she fought that and lived for a whole
year after she was diagnosed. We all
knew she wouldn’t beat the cancer, it wasn’t going anywhere. The tumour in her throat had been reduced by
the chemo, but as soon as the therapy had stopped it got bigger again. Meaning she could no longer eat solid food
and everything had to be blended, which wasn’t pleasant at all.
In October 2011 her legs had swelled up
making her uncomfortable and often causing her pain, this also meant she could
no longer get upstairs. Because of this
our local hospital gave her one of their beds to put in her living room. The first night she went to use it, her hip
broke. Luckily her sister was staying
with her at the time and got her to the hospital. From then on she spent just over a month in
hospital. She had one wish though and
that was to not die in hospital or a hospice.
I prayed that we could uphold that wish, but I was slowly losing
hope. She spent two weeks in hospital
and a further three weeks in a recovering unit next to the hospital.
Luckily she was able to come out, she
spent the next week at home constantly with someone, either one of her sisters
or one of her children. She was at home
for a week before she died. She died at
home, exactly where she wanted to be and for that I am so grateful. Seeing her so ill and then seeing her slip
away, it changed me. Seeing death
changes you as a person. Something inside
of you changes and you’re never the same again.
I don’t really know how to explain what death feels like, what it feels
like seeing someone dying or what it feels like to lose someone.
All I can say is, it feels like your heart
is literally breaking. Like something is
being ripped out from inside you and you’re not the same person again. Even now, almost a year on, I miss her
terribly. There is not a day that goes
by when I don’t think about her. Ever
since my Grandma has died, I have done all I can to raise money. I ran the Race For Life, raising just over
£200 for the charity. I also donate to
Macmillan as they are an amazing group who do brilliant things for people with
cancer.
Cancer affects one in three people,
meaning almost everyone will come across this awful disease in their life. Death is a definite thing, no one escapes
it. But cancer is not the way to
go. I have seen how it can change
someone, it takes away the person you used to know. They become so different and their body is
just a shell. But with everyone’s help
we can work towards finding a cure. Please
donate whatever you can to Stand Up 2 Cancer.
Thank you.
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