Thursday, February 28th, 2019
A great big thank you to everyone who has supported us so far in helping to Paint Altrincham Pink this week. Here is why we are taking part.
PAINT ALTRINCHAM PINK
As Max Bygraves would have said, and for those too young to remember him.. Go Google!
“I want to tell you a story..”
It is 1990, the time when dinosaurs still walked the planet ie mobile phones were bricks, Sky was something blue above us, the Web was something spiders spun and it was also when my mum aged 47 went to the doctor with a small lump in her breast. The doctors and surgeons at The Christie Hospital were all amazing, told her it was breast cancer but so small that there was nothing to worry about, removed it and she underwent a fairly horrific course of chemotherapy. But as a family we were fairly chilled, calling her the ‘Cancer Bunny’.. after all, the doctors told us there was nothing to worry about, so we didn’t.. lymph nodes had only just been discovered as being an indicator of the cancer spreading but removal of them was not considered…fast forward 2 years and she was yellow, struggling to breathe and feeling basically shit.. The GP told her she was a hypochondriac and that she was fine.. she died 6 weeks later; secondary liver cancer which had not been picked up.
I was 26. 26 years of age and burying my mother, the light of my life, my absolute role model whom I looked up to for all of my life.
A short time after that, exploration into genes and cancer came to the fore and a small charity called Genesis (now Prevent Breast Cancer) was set up funding the research into whether or not genes could indicate a woman’s chance of developing breast cancer. My sisters and I were asked to take part in a research study as to whether or not we had the genes that meant that we too would contract cancer at some point in our future. The results that came back said “ yes we had a gene but as yet they could not identify which gene it was or what it actually meant for us long term”..
Well what it meant was that both my sisters developed breast cancer, resulting in one having regular lumps removed and tested and the other having to have a double mastectomy and chemotherapy; she was 46 but thank God because of the amazing research and development in Cancer Research medicine she is fine; we pray a lot but she is fine.
Cancer is still the worst word in the world to hear.. you hear the word ‘cancer’ but what you really hear is ‘Death’ but thankfully, and particularly for us in Manchester, we have Prevent Breast Cancer and we have the Christie Hospital which is at the forefront of Cancer treatment in the whole world. We have available to us the possibility of having our daughters tested to see if they have a rogue gene, and if they do, preventative action can be taken.
This story is not unique. Pretty much every single one of us has been touched by Breast Cancer and that is why we are Painting Altrincham Pink, for all those who have suffered and lost the battle against this awful disease; for those who are still fighting, for those who have fought and won but most importantly of all for continuing the research to ensure our children do not have to even think about taking up that fight.
Thank you to all those who have popped in and bought a prize ticket from us, and to anyone else, knock on our door.. every donation is welcome and every ticket gets you a prize..