The start of something NEW!

Like always, its been a while. Sorry for that- its not that I’ve not had things to say it’s more been is it the right time to say it…. and for most things it still isn’t- but one day i’ll get round to then hundreds of blog post ideas and getting some of the things said that I’ve wanted to for a long time.

This blog post is about CHANGE! Something that I massively hate and have done for the longest time… but something feels different this time and I can’t quite put my finger on it- maybe I will as I keep typing. Stood in the kitchen of my friends house last night I said about how I really don’t like change and doing something new always terrified me yet I hadn’t felt like that moving out recently as I began the process of  moving from Cardiff to Hereford (I’ll explain more later).

Growing up I defiantly was someone who needed a routine and I was someone who was always busy- every night of the week I had something… and I also would often cram in swimming before school too… routine and business kept me going. Deciding to go to college, Camp America and University was all stepping out of my comfort zone and embracing change… but it was hard! Then after I got sick even the smallest of changes unsettled me- I remember how fearful I was when anything changed. Going on my first EMCT trip I remember telling my social worker I didn’t want to go, and returning to University seemed like an impossible challenge. I think getting ill worsened my outlook on change because my life changed so drastically in an instant… I went from a normal university life to one surrounded by drip machines and months of isolation. Knowing how quickly you can loose it all really rocked me for a long time.

Things however, have finally changed…. and although I still don’t like change but I’m learning to embrace it and run with it… and having faith is helping massively with that. Don’t get me wrong I still have concerns and I’m still nervous about the change but I also know that I don’t need to worry about every little thing. I’m putting faith into my faith, and knowing that whilst I’m unsure on how I’m going to manage financially or with the practicalities of life in a new place- this should not and will not hold me back from giving it a good old go!

I’m leaving the life I’ve built for myself in the wonderful city of Cardiff, and its hard. This city has been home for the past 9 years, its where I met some incredible friends through uni, hospital and church. It’s a place I got to call my own, a place of safety and a place where I’ve got to be me. This past few weeks I’ve said goodbye to some incredible flatmates, my stomping ground where I’ve been based for at least 6 of those years, my favourite coffee shops and favourite places and I’ve had moments of sadness in this- not knowing if i’ll get to call these places mine again… (I’m not saying I won’t be back its just if I’m back it will be different). I’m also going embracing the fact that I could be called anywhere after Academy and I’m not ruling anything out yet…

Last night on my way to my last rehearsal with church I got teary… goodbyes have never been a strong point for me, I find them hard and I will often push those I’m close to away in preparation for it (I know this is not the way to do it but its a habit I’m yet to break- so I’m really sorry if I’ve done this- its most defiantly a me thing and recognising it is a huge step for me…so please accept this as an apology). The team I’ve had the privilege of working along side at church have been well incredible… they have taught me so much, not just in faith but in skills and in leadership qualities. They have helped me transform from a broken girl who felt like I could bring nothing to one who can get stuck in, own the vision and now I’ve been training others up too. This team have been key in that transformation they have pushed me when I’ve needed it and helped me manage my health when I’ve needed that too. I honestly wouldn’t be where I am today without them and the hours of love and prayer they have given me. I’m going to miss them all massively especially Sam and Kyle who have rocked production managing and have pushed me further than I ever thought possible. Last night they gave me a lovely send off with a couple of gifts including beautiful orchid which I’ve named ‘Mac Toshi’ after the beloved big mac.

Mac ToshiThey also prayed for me which is a moment I don’t think I’ll ever forget. They spoke such wonderful words about me, from the transformation that has taken place in me, to the glue I’ve been for the team… They also prayed into my future and gave me some key things to hold for the days ahead. Yes there will be a hole in the team because I’m leaving but that will soon fill with the guys stepping up and new people joining the team. I’m going to have a huge hole in my heart for this team tho- and knowing that I’m not ever coming back to the same team because everyone grows and new people will be added and others will be sent out… it does however make me immensely proud of the team that has been built here. Thank you Production team its been a blast!

I’ve got 2 more Sunday’s in church but because i’m sailing next week, which feels immensely perfect as I did my first time trip the week before I moved back to Cardiff to start University again- now i’m sailing the week before my new course. This has meant some goodbyes have already had to happen… I’ve said some goodbyes to those who I’ve known for years and thats been tough… please make me accountable to staying in touch its something I’m not great at but hope this time i’ll do better at it. I move to Hereford on the 10th September and I’ll be taking part in a leadership course with my church called Freedom Academy… it’s a ten month programme (2 days a week) designed to grow our;

  • understanding of the Christian faith
  • relationship with God
  • sight into the role and development of leadership (insight and experience)
  • growth personally

I’m super excited and think this change feels different to others because it feels so right for me, because I now have an unshakeable faith and because I’ve learnt to embrace change not fear it! I also know its the right time for me to do something new otherwise i’d just be forming a rut and one that i’d never move on from. I’ll be living with lots of people from all over and its gonna be tough and very challenging. If you pray then i’d love prayer covering  a few things

  1. My finances for the year- I’m stepping out into the unknown until I’m there I won’t know what the impact on my finances there maybe so be praying that i’ll have enough to afford to live and pay rent and course fees.
  2. Friendships- for great bonds to be formed in and out of church.
  3. Health- for my immune system to not be effected too much with the change of environment and my energy levels not to dip as much this winter.
  4. Existing Relationships- for me to navigate the best way to stay in touch with people (I’m not the best at this).
  5. Personally- that I’m able to open up, trust and give this year my all.

I’m so grateful for all the things that have helped build me to who i am today and I’m looking forward to see the change that this year has on my life further down the line… I’m looking forward to reviewing how I action some of this and seeing how I grow. Thank-you to every single person that has encouraged, challenged and pushed me I wouldn’t be facing this new challenge if it hadn’t have been for your input.

 

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Just thanks…

Today I had a check up at the hospital where I wrote the following…

In the waiting I sit, nervously, anxiously waiting. I sit and see others come and go one who is told the news transplant is the next step, another looks weeks out from transplant still tired and weak.
You see the same faces from the staff who have spent decades serving this nation. Trying to fit in the ever-growing case load of people. Sending for bloods, then checking your obs. These people reach out to see how you are. They have the answers or go to find them out, they see who you are and what your about.

As I sit 7 years on I still get this fear that today is the day I hear bad news. I see a familiar doctor, I’ve not seen in years yet now she’s a senior. I feel a sense of pride as I’ve seen her grow. she’s worked hard and boy does it show.
I glance and see my notes- sat on the pile with a post-it note. I know what it is I’ve seen it before it’s my protective consultant saying she is mine stay clear, he wants to see me again but still I ask why? Maybe there’s news.

A guy who is maybe 10 years older is the closest in age to me today. I sit and i wonder if his life-like mine has been impacted and changed. He gets called through and I sit and wonder what news will he receive.

As I wait all becomes quite, still and peaceful I look around and contemplate those missing faces- the ones I know I’ll never see yet still miss so terribly. I question why me, why was I so lucky. Why did it work for me but not for them.
The guy comes out smile beaming and I breathe a sense of relief knowing he’s happy. Knowing he to is one of the lucky ones.
Then the finger beckons, I stand and my heart races the steps into the room feel heavy and weighty. Despite knowing I’m fine there is still that chance. I stop for a second and take a big breath. I sit and he opens “well who’d have guessed your 7 years old!” I breath, today is not the day I hear bad news. I settle and begin to answer his never-ending questions, the ones I’m sure he doesn’t need to know as well as those I know he does.

I tease and he teases my consultant is not just a doctor, he’s a friend and a father. He knows me so well. He knows when to delve to ask the questions that make me squirm and when I need him to lay off and back down. I’m so grateful for him and I’m just blown away as without him I’d never have made it this far.

The questions are over and it’s now my turn. I talk life, my future my world for a moment he’s there protecting it all. We reminisce we laugh and I well up knowing that Thank you will never be enough. It’s more than just me it’s the thousands of others. It’s that thanks that’s unsaid, unheard or forgotten. It’s for those who we’ve lost but that I know you’ve not forgotten. What can you say to the man who changed everything. To the doctor that I know I’d be nothing without. I say all I can and again I say thanks.

Today I was told I’ll never be discharged that I’m there for life. For some this would be bad news but for me I breathed a sigh of relief because I know they will always be looking out for me. I was also told that travel is limitless and I could go anywhere again it’s like a door being flung open suddenly places I’ve only dreamt of could become a reality. (Now would be a great time for that lotto win). Who knows.
I’ve come so far yet still I know just how far I still have to go. I leave behind a man bursting with pride he did this, he’s the reason I’m alive. We hug and I leave thanking again as I walk out with a smile and a grin. I chat to the nurses who all played their part.
I tell them about how now I’d do it different from the start. That the 20 old me knew nothing and no-one. I wish at the time I’d had some more fight. I wish at the time I had some more life. Now I look back at the years that I wasted. I could have done more but instead I just … wasted. Instead of fighting for more I just didn’t want it. I wasn’t focused on living or striving for more. My life was over, no hope a disaster. I couldn’t see out and didn’t want different. I’d just moped and I moaned, I wallowed in pity. With no hope in recovery I settled for less. Until one day that changed and this I addressed. I now see things different and I hope for the best. I see the progress I’ve made and the miles that I’ve distanced. It was slower than most and I made that hard. It’s not simple or easy but I know I’m far from done. My life’s worth living I’m no longer a bum.

The Faith that rocked.

Don’t switch off because I’m gonna be talking about religion read this anyway cuz it’s about more than just that… So where to start?? Well it has to be Emily. If you’ve read my previous blogs about her I apologise you’re gonna be hearing more about her but I’m so grateful for all that she has done for me and I can’t even thank her. I don’t know if anyone else has ever experienced it but if you have that one friend that has changed your life forever and they are still about phone them right now and say thank you! Life is far to short not to!

So those of you who have been in my life in the past few weeks or months I’m sure I will have spoken to you about Freedom Church but this post is going to explain a lot more about it, and how I ended up there and why last Sunday I chose to get baptised.

I grew up in a Christian household and went to church (St Stephens) every week in my home town of Redditch and I always believed in God that has never changed. Many points during my childhood/early adulthood I got angry with God for what he did and didn’t stop from happening. I just didn’t get it, I didn’t understand how this God could create a world where bad things happen. I got confirmed but that was more because I wanted to have the bread and the wine. I went to a church youth group which was part of Emmanuel church during my teens where we would explore Gods word a little more but if I’m honest I went for the friendship rather than the religion. I went to church to tick a box and say yep been this week I’m a good christian but I never really listened or understood being a christian is so much more than that.

When I was diagnosed with cancer-ish I had people say they were praying for me but honestly I wanted to knock them out (couldn’t because I had no energy) I was so done with religion. How could God exist if he was going to put me through this I thought? I didn’t want people to pray for me because at that point I’m not sure I knew if I even wanted to get better or not- I was so tired and so weak, my immediate future had been taken away from me. I didn’t want God in my life but I still believed in God. I was told by my consultant that I couldn’t go to crowded places and that church was an infection risk so I stopped going… After treatment I really struggled! I have a great cancer friend called Luned who really tried to get me back to church, taking me to #convinced?/#cardiffstory but I just wasn’t ready for it. In 2013 i made a film along with some others about faith (now I look at it and its so cringey and so not where I’m at now) have a watch https://jtvcancersupport.com/2013/06/faith/ I was in and out of church only going for special occasions.

So almost a year ago (a year ago on Monday) I lost an incredible friend to cancer- His name was Peter Wilkinson- he worked for the amazing JTV Cancer support (the site I just sent you too). It was heartbreaking, I found out at the end of a rugby match (anyone who knows me knows how passionate I get) and I went from this high of emotion to utter despair. We knew Peter’s life would be shorter thanks to his brain tumours but I wasn’t prepared for how hard it was going to hit me. I’ve lost many cancer friends over the years and while there were a few I’ve really missed Peter (like Emily) was in a different league. I never went to cancer friends funerals but thanks to some amazing friends I was able to go to Peter’s funeral. This may sound weird but Peter’s funeral was a dream funeral. It was perfect for him, they talked about the Peter before cancer and him growing up, they spoke about Peter and his life with cancer (#tumorhumour #boom) and Peter & Debs (his life with his wonderful wife). Peter was described as superman, because he was human most of the time but superman when he needed to be. Throughout all of his eulogy they spoke about how Peter found comfort in his faith which left me a bit confused yet comforted How could Peter keep his faith when I lost mine? Yet I was really pleased he had faith because he was comforted in his final weeks by this. The worship was more upbeat than I was use to but I loved it, we left the funeral to Jump Around (House of Pain). I left feeling comforted that Peter was in a better place now.

Over the next few months I didn’t really think much about it until I spoke with the wonderful Emily. One of my final conversations with Em was about faith, I talked to her about Peter and his amazing funeral and how I didn’t understand how she, peter and Luned kept their faith throughout. She pointed out it wasn’t easy but a work in progress, but then in true Emily style she sucker punched me. So if you found this funeral so amazing, why haven’t you seen this as your sign to find a church that’s right for you? Wow ok Em don’t hold back will you. Oh and how right she was, so I spent some time at home googling local churches and reading about them and found Freedom Church was literally 2 mins away from me. I looked on their Facebook page and saw that a friend from Uni liked it… so then obviously stalked Ste on Facebook and saw him on stage behind some drums Wow I thought he’s loving it and pretty involved. (I knew Peter had been in a band so this seemed like that sign)  So I watched a few preaches on their Facebook page and was like ok yea its pretty relevant I’ll go see what its like. I went to tell Em that i was going to go on Sunday but she had been moved into the isolation rooms so I decided I’d tell her after I’d been what it was like.

So Mothers day 2016 I walked into Freedom Church Cardiff for the first time. Wow do those guys know how to welcome you I was greeted on the door by Andy, then took two steps and got a flower (thanks to it being mothers day) then Ant saw me looking a bit lost and greeted me and asked if it was my first time in Freedom. I explained I knew Ste from uni and that’s what brought me- ste was on the next set of doors and as soon as he saw me he gave me a huge hug. Next thing i know I’m sat on the front row next to Ant and Ste. Now I’d prepared myself that it was going to be different from the traditional church I’d been use to but Freedom was something else- I’ve spent a long time working out how to describe what its like and really the only way you will ‘get it’ is to come but it’s basically like going to a gig followed by the most inspiring relatable religious ted talk you’ve ever experienced. Ste jumps during worship and I’m sure he was jumping above my shoulders. But wow did it hit me, I was in tears in the first worship song because I suddenly felt so connected to Peter again, I knew it was the sort of place he would have loved. I couldn’t wait to hear when Em was up for visitors so I could tell her all about it. The preach hit me like a em style sucker punch and at the end of the preach they ask if anyone would like to respond to getting to know this Jesus they talk about or If you’ve been away a while and you are recommitting back to the journey with Jesus. I had felt so moved I couldn’t not respond- but I originally thought i was responding to coming back- Its only now i realise how wrong I was.

The following Saturday I was at a volunteers day for the Ellen Macather Cancer Trust- which takes young people in recovery from cancer sailing, something I’d managed to convince Em to sign up for. It was the first time I’d seen people who were at Peter’s funeral so it brought back some tough emotions. At lunch they have a room with a memory tree- I wrote a message for Peter and put it on the tree- but felt really uneasy and had to take a step back in the afternoon sessions, after I was sat watching England v Wales in a pub in Birmingham with some- it wasn’t going well for us (welsh) and i looked down at my phone to see a message from Donna- Emily’s mum ‘Emily died at lunchtime xx’. I couldn’t breath, I was so overcome by grief I could not believe it, Emily’s death was so unexpected for me- despite me getting ‘the look’ from Nargal (our tct doctor) last time I tried to visit- Em was gonna pull through, she had so much to she wanted to do. It was so tough! I was such a mess. I hadn’t got to tell her i’d gone back to church. I couldn’t understand how someone with so much purpose and direction could die and there was me bumbling through and I get to survive. The next day I decided I would watch church online (Yep Freedom are also online!) I sobbed most of the way through it because now church meant that bit more. Church was hard work over the following few weeks but I kept going and started going to our small groups (catalyst groups) mid week. Em’s funeral was hard I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to someone who had made such a big impact in my life. Rev Rhiannon Francis spoke about her relationship with Emily from her hospital bed and being with Emily’s family as she passed. She described how Emily’s soul could no longer be contained I at this point visualised this cracked pot with a purple light peaking through. Soon after we were shown a purple crystal I knew that’s what i was seeing inside this vessel. Em shone, she was bright (smart and her personality) she drew people in and defiantly left you in awe. The sermon/eulogy made me realise that Emily had something I didn’t- a real relationship with God. I didn’t get it at this point still but I decided i needed to push in, listen and act upon what I was learning at church until I did get it.

Fast forward to about 6 weeks ago and I’ve been going to church for a few months and all this time I’ve been learning- looking at how others could open up their bibles and pick them apart. I found reading it like reading Shakespeare- hard and very easy to put down. Then Karin Cooke one of our wonderful pastors did an in-house preach on John 15 about growth. We were shown a picture of a dying withered branch (in this moment God spoke to me and said right now this is you- but it’s not what i have for you). The scripture talks about how God is our gardener, he prunes so that we can grow and be fruitful but to do this we need to remain in him, and his word without this the vine withers and dies. Karin talked about how we all begin as seeds and need to be in the dark soil to gain nutrients and be watered- It was a lightbulb moment suddenly everything Id been learning over the many many years made sense- and it was like the moments when a seed plants its roots in the ground for me. I understood that to be a christian is way more than just believing in God, its about the relationship you have with him. All of a sudden everything made sense and the things I’d been trying to put into practice over the weeks before stuck too- like my foundations had been laid. I understood that sometimes we have to go through the bad to be able to see all of good and to get to the place we are now in. We were set the challenge of John 15 in 15 mins every day for a month- and boy did I learn things from this (ask me about it and I’ll tell you more).

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If it hadn’t been for being diagnosed I’m not sure I’d be alive today- I had a 5 year plan to become a teacher and I’d decided that if anything got in the way of that I’d either run away or I’d kill myself. I know got dark quickly then but at the time I was in such a dark place this is what I felt. Cancer saved my life because I had no choice but to accept the treatment, and when I got PTSD after transplant and had to struggle with repressed memories of things that had happened before my transplant I was lucky enough to have Jude Rowlands (my amazing CLIC Sargent social worker) in my life who helped me get the right support in place and I have had lots of problems with my mental health since. I still struggle from time to time yes but boy have I come a long way a few weeks ago I wouldn’t have been open and honest about this.

I can now look back over my life and I see so many times when my outcome could have been different. When I’ve had good people step into my life at just the right moment. When that conversation I had with Emily came just at a point when I really needed it! The past 6 months without Emily have been really hard, because there have been so many moments I know she has influenced- pushed me to go to something, or speak to somebody. I can’t Thank Emily or Peter- but without them I probably wouldn’t have walked into Freedom Church. The past 6 weeks have been eye-opening, heart wrenching, and a constant stream of OHHH… ok I get it moments. I hadn’t realised how dead i’d become- I hadn’t realised how tough I was really finding things. However over the past 7 months I’ve found a church family who I love, I’ve found new friends that just like my cancer friends come from all backgrounds and walks of life, I’ve found a home in my city and most importantly I’ve found my Faith!

Last week I decided I should get baptised because although I was christened as a baby and confirmed I hadn’t accepted Jesus into my life at those points. I knew I needed to show that to the people who had helped make that happen (my freedom family). 7 weeks ago in freedom church I would turn up as the event started and I’d only sometimes hang around after. Now I love that place so much because of the change and massive impact its had on my life I’m volunteering there and I’m never late, I’ve made stronger connections with those that go there and now I’m a much part of their lives as they are mine. I’m still very young on my journey and like most christians I’m far from perfect and I don’t have it all down yet but it’s ok because it’s about being on that journey- growing and developing. Some people in my life have seen a huge shift in me over the last few months and it really is incredible I know the best is yet to come and my story is far from over. I’m just so unbelievably grateful for all those who have helped me get to where I am today.

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I couldn’t recommend finding a community and a church strongly enough. If you’ve read this and been moved message me, if you’d like to find a church that’s relevant to you- message me. I’d love to help. Check out http://www.freedomchurch.cc/about follow freedom church on YouTube and watch some of the preaches. Feel free to ask me questions because I’ve only skimmed the surface here.

For now sorry for such a long blog but

Goodnight God bless #boom

 

 

 

Legacy Ball.

Its been a while, but i felt the need to write. I’ve started this blog titled Legacy Ball but we will see where it ends up. As many of you know last weekend was the #LegacyBall in honour of my wonderful friend Emily Clark a girl who I miss every single day.

Most people look forward to fancy dresses and getting all dolled up and getting to wear pretty shoes. Me not so much, I don’t know what it is but I don’t like to fuss, I dislike shopping rarely wear makeup and shoes well lets just say your much more likely to see me walking around without them than with (I’m currently sat in Sunflower & I a coffee shop come florist in cardiff bay shoeless). However it was #foremily so I couldn’t not go. It was an amazing night and I was so grateful to see many of my cancer friends who had brought their own tables of people along with them. The food was incredible and Em would have loved every second! It was a fantastic evening and I was super grateful that some of my family came along to.

But its so much more than that- Currently our Bone Marrow Transplant ward in Cardiff is well- dated and we don’t even have en-suits now you may think why do they need en-suits?? Well a bone marrow transplant is basically a new blood system and immune system so while it grows your super prone to infections so your not aloud to leave your room. Some are in for 2 weeks others for 3months+ (depending on how fast you graft and how many complications you get). I’d like to ask you how long have you been without privacy? How long have you gone only using baby wipes and a bowl to wash? How would you cope using a commode every day for 3 months? We need a new unit so more people can get a second chance at life like I have. The #WilsonWard need £1 million… so far the incredible remission possible team and supporters have raised £52,000 but there is still a way to go. Can you help? Do you want to be involved in something amazing? Did you go but left with money in your purse why not make a donation? Why not sign up for the next event?

Im now sat in a cafe in tears because I’ve just heard the song Piano Man- I’m instantly transported back to Michigan to summer camp- to the life I had. Many people (sometimes my family and friends included) don’t understand what a huge impact a bone marrow transplant is… Im reminded of the conversation I had with some of my amazing cancer friends on saturday night as we sat and watched people dancing feeling comfort in the fact we all understood how each other felt. I remember the way my consultant by just being on the stage on Saturday night made me cry- because without him I wouldn’t be here, he pushes and never gives up. Hearing how he had to break the news to my friend that they were out of options was heartbreaking but inspiring at the same time because I know how hard he fights for every single one of his patients. (He’s the guy in the pictures below [the others are some of my cancer friends])

I’ve spent pretty much the whole of this week recovering from one night. Sometimes one night out has no impact on me other times it could have a huge impact. I never know. I can’t plan, I can’t think ahead to a year from now or even 2 months from now and this is all thanks to my transplant. Not that i’m not grateful because believe me I am! Life is very different for us and it may always be that way it may not, but for now I will forever be reminded of it because despite my progress this big thing happened and it effects me every day. However, we don’t need limiting because of it in fact we need the push we need to go to things like the LegacyBall to be reminded of how far we have come. We need the challenge because without it we will be stuck. We will not be more like Emily who is was always pushing forward. So while you may think sometimes I’ve moved on (i haven’t), or I’m still stuck in cancer world (because I’ve no choice) or that I’m still really ill (no this is me now) remember I’m different now because of it and thats ok- because boy am I a better person thanks to it. Please remember how far we have come and that we like you don’t want to be limited to anything. So its for this reason I’m begging you to dig deep and donate to the #wilsonward help give others that chance to be a better human! Give them a second chance at life let them thrive!

When I was at the ball I was reminded how much I’ve changed and achieved yet I only saw this when I was with those who ‘Got it’. I see how different I am from my family and others my age, so it was such a mix of emotions being there. I’ve missed Emily and thought about her every day which is something I sadly didn’t do when she was alive. I looked forward to our catch ups but I’d say she has impacted my life even more since her death than when she was alive. Emily was the sort of person that just hearing about her would make you want to meet her. She was the crazy patient who kept up with her studies whilst going through the craziest time of her life. She would chat to you about everything and anything and you’d leave feeling happy, alive and inspired. She would laugh with you, laugh at you when you cried whilst remaining compassionate. She never complained or moaned even when she had reason to. She had such a strong faith and was so driven and determined I’ve not met anyone like her. But for me Emily was life changing! (So life changing it needs a whole other post for it). Emily’s plans were bigger than just her- she wanted to help others she wanted to inspire people to do something. I would absolutely love to do more and believe me Ive tried! But as I’ve explained above my complications complicate things so I can’t plan a big event or run a half marathon. What I can do tho is inspire and encourage you to do something. So why not ask me more about this amazing Emily, what the Haematology ward is really like and let me inspire you to do something.

Emily wanted more to have a second chance at life so for now i’ll leave you with the link to Emily’s/WilsonWard just giving page… Go on empty your purse there…https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/remissionpossible