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[p]My Mum should be the dictionary definition of what a Mum is. The most selfless, caring, supportive and loving person that you could ever hope to meet. I idolise my Mum. I adore my Mum. She is the best Mum and Nanna to my sister and I and my 5yr old son, her only, treasured grandchild. She is my best friend and the Mum that others wish they had.[/p][p]My Mum gave up her life, time with my Dad and her own home for me when I became disabled and then a single Mum. Initially, both my parents moved in and my sister has been so helpful but my Mum shouldered the load for almost 5yrs. She is like my son’s second Mum. [/p][p]She only stopped because of pneumonia which then was the reason that the dreaded ‘big C’ was found. [/p][p]Mum is being treated at the Sir Robert Ogden Macmillan Centre at Harrogate hospital and they are one of the two charities that I would like to donate to (via the Friends of Harrogate Hospital charity). The care that she/we have received there is second to non. I have been overwhelmed in the short time that I have spent there. The work they do must never be underestimated. The true care that you feel is powerful. [/p][p]The second charity is the Roy Castle Lung cancer charity. [/p][p]Mum doesn’t have lung cancer. She has stage 4 secondary lung cancer but we do not know what the primary cancer is. If we knew, it would be called ‘name of cancer’ that has spread to both her lungs but as we don’t and as we first thought Mum did have lung cancer, I did my research. [/p][p]I was astounded to learn that lung cancer is the biggest cancer killer of women. Yes, you read that correctly. More women die of lung cancer than of breast cancer, ovarian cancer and others, yet, research into lung cancer receives less money than most other cancers.[/p][p]The stigma surrounding Lung Cancer is despicable. Over 90% of the people I told, that Mum had lung cancer, asked, “did she used to smoke?”. Why? Is it more tragic if she didn’t? Does she deserve it if she did? [/p][p]This has to change. So Mum doesn’t have lung cancer but I can’t ignore the statistics that I’ve poured over in the last few months. This has to change. If you have lungs, you can get lung cancer. You don’t ever have to have smoked. How many of us went to clubs and pubs before the smoking ban? [/p][p]I cannot bear the thought of life without my Mum. We were so lucky as a family, to have never been touched by cancer. Not on either side of the family from grandparents to great grandchildren, aunts and uncles, cousins and the rest. I had always tried to sympathise and empathise with friends whose parents or loved ones were facing it but I had no idea. [/p][p]It is horrific. [/p][p]I am helpless. I want to fix it. I want to make Mum better. I want to make it all go away and I can’t. [/p][p]I have rheumatoid arthritis, a bad back and pelvis and chronic fatigue. I can’t run a marathon, climb a mountain or swim the equivalent of the channel although I deeply wish that I could. The only thing that I can do is to cut all my hair off to donate to The Little Princess Trust, for it to made into wigs for children that have lost their hair due to chemotherapy and then have the rest off to raise money. I’m not talking shave it but leave a couple of cm’s. I’m talking as short as my hairdresser can manage. Probably not a shiny head but not far off![/p][p]Some people say that it’s brave but I would call it desperation. Desperation to do something to make a change. To make something good come from something so bad.[/p][p]I know that some people don’t care for this. That they lost their hair and it wasn’t by choice. That they didn’t laugh their way through it with a glass of champagne in their hands. That they faced the devistating side effects of treatment and that shaving your head for charity, trivialises what they went through. [/p][p]I want to first say that I’m sorry. Sorry that they went through it and sorry that they don’t care for what I am doing but I would ask them to please see that I am only trying to do good, in the only way I can.[/p][p]Thank you for reading. Please support me if you are able.[/p][p]Hannah x[/p]

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Jan 19, 2018

Sarah Hemming

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