By Jane Goodier-Hill
We have all been touched one way or another by cancer, and like most people, we each have a story to tell, having lost loved ones to, or seen them beat cancer.
For me I have ridden both the highs and lows of this terrible disease, at age 12 watching my mum Diane battle Cervical Cancer and wondering if my mum, my best friend would be around to watch me grow up, hit milestones in life, and most of all for her to see the kind of person I have grown into with her guidance. 21 years on from mum’s battle with cancer and being known as a “survivor”, she is still living with remains from surgery for Lymphoedema and Cellulitis. The strength and will she shows day in day out is an inspiration, without a single complaint, no matter how bad it gets.
Six years ago I lost my dad Archie, my toughest critic, loudest supporter, (along with mum of course) and the only man a girl really loves, to Pancreatic Cancer, which was a life changer. A whirlwind three months from diagnosis to our final goodbye are three months of my life I will never forget. I watched such a strong, fit 69 year old deteriorate right before my eyes, a man who was always a fighter and proved anything in life was possible.
Financially I knew I couldn’t support mum and dad so the next best thing was to lighten mum’s load and take dad to some of his appointments. The day after dad’s first treatment he called me and I panicked thinking something was wrong, only to hear “I’m just calling to say I am feeling okay and that I love you”, music to my ears.