It’s the least I can do

 

Ooh check me with another life post.
 
This ones a little different today, I’d like to take the time to write about something extremely personal to me.
I’m very close to my Mum, in fact I’ve always been close to her throughout my life – we fight like cat and dog but I think that boils down to us being so alike. I can talk to her about anything. No subject is off limits. Even as I’ve got older, if I’m having a really awful day or period in my life I know I always have someone to go to for advice, an ear to listen or just a cuddle. Some days I probably don’t appreciate that as much as I should.
Since I was young, it seemed like my Mum was always suffering with her health. In my lifetime, she has been diagnosed with Breast Cancer a staggering three times. Each time the disease got that little bit worse and she got sicker with each diagnosis. I don’t really remember the first two times that vividly because I was only a kid and I didn’t understand what was wrong with her or why she had to go to the hospital or stay at home for long periods of time.
It wasn’t until I was in my first year of sixth form, aged 16/17 that her third diagnosis truly hit home, in a way that would change me but more importantly, my Mum forever.
I remember my Mum finding another lump in her breast and there being a two week period between diagnosis’ – each time I heard the bad news I’d be in the school library and leave school immediately after. It’s safe to say my attendance was diabolical. There’d be times I’d get ready for school and decide I could face the day so I’d hide under the covers. The only reason I was allowed to do the second year following, less than impressive exam results was because the school felt sorry for me.
The third time was the worst. Not only did she have a large tumour but she had secondary cancer in her lymph nodes. When I look back, I just don’t know where she drew her strength from at all. Maybe that’s where we differ, I crack with the pressure but she just takes it all in her stride. Or atleast that’s how she acted at the time. She had to undergo a double mastectomy and chemotherapy. I think it’s that physical change that still to this day makes me incredibly sad. To lose not only your hair, which grows back, but your breasts too. I just seemed so unfair. She underwent a lot of surgery and chemotherapy over the months and it took so much energy from her, I still think she went back to work way too fast. It was really gruelling, not only on her body but on her mentally. We’ve talked about this since and she hid so much from me about how she felt. She has since had a complete reconstruction (not without it’s set backs) alongside tattooed on nipples. One of the downsides to her lymph nodes being removed was that she ended up the lymphedema in her arm which causes her so much pain and discomfort. So it’s safe to say she’s got her battle wounds.
Looking back, if it wasn’t for all the treatment and the sheer strength she found, she wouldn’t be here. It’s as simple as that. I am one of the lucky ones, not every young girl who’s Mum is in a life threatening situation can say that their Mum made it through the other side.
So, with that being said I have decided to run my first 10k for charity. When I say run, I mean that in the loosest way possible. I am not a runner, I’ve put a tonne of weight on too so my fitness levels are stupidly low. However, I’m not going to let that stop me from challenging myself to run 10k for Breast Cancer Care.
Without the money raised for BCC, the research wouldn’t be as advanced as it is now, the treatment wouldn’t be as successful as it is now and my Mum could very well not be here. So with that in mind, I’m going to try raise as much as I can to help BCC continue in their research into preventing and ultimately curing this horrendous disease.
I have set up a Just Giving page so you can donate if you would like or just follow my progress. I’m planning a blog post on the day itself. I am running the Leeds Jane Tomlinson 10k on 14th July 2013. So I’ve not got long to get my fat bum into gear but I’m going to try my hardest.
Afterall, it’s the least I can do.
Love, Katie xo
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