Not held by fear

I’m definitely an ad hock writer but learning to be ok with that. Today in church we were encouraged to write out chapters of our stories and here is one from the last few month. It’s a long one but well worth a read.

I’m going to start with an apology not many knew I was facing what I am going to talk about today but I needed the circle on this to be small and I’ll explain why later.

So I’m about to go on a sailing trip with the Ellen Macather Cancer Trust in-fact I’m writing this from the train on route. It’s my second trip of the season my first being in April earlier this year. 2 days before I had a call, you know the ones you don’t want.

I’d had a scan in February, and the results got a little lost. But eventually I got a call in April, saying ‘we’ve looked at your scan’. I’m already in hyper drive! Thinking you don’t call for nothing. Come on spit it out… ugh get to the point… What is it? what’s wrong?! Still more waffle about how what they were looking for was clear but how sometimes these scans show other things…

Ok now I’m worrying it’s not my lungs, there is no scaring. This is what the routine scan was for. What is it?

They found an enlarged lymph node… if you’ve ever faced cancer you know where my brain was at right in that moment… ok so it’s fighting again then? Is it Hodgkins? I am at a higher risk, and that weird complication I had was early signs of this. My mind went straight there!

It wasn’t crazy big, but the radiographer had requested an ultrasound scan within 2 months (we were at that 2 month mark then). He says it could be due to an infection or it could be more sinister and with my history he wanted it checked. He want it done quickly because of the timeframe set by radiology. But thinks the best way for this was to have it in Hereford as if any follow up was needed it could be done locally. He also said it wasn’t an Immunology issue so they were handing it on. In this I heard we don’t think it’s infection related (as they deal with all this) and think it could be more sinister.

See once you face cancer you end up living in this place of a fear of relapsing. Living in the unknown and having the looming worry of relapse over you. You also become an expert in reading through the lines of the doctors while it’s hard to get their tone across in this I definitely felt the need for the rush to find out.

Within a few mins of putting down the phone I was a mess. In a place where my future was uncertain, and scared at how was going to impact this life I’ve finally started to get back.

I took a moment, and thought ok let’s be rational and rule this out. Have I had any other symptoms?

⁃ tiredness, yes but that could also be down to other things…

⁃ night sweats, ohh actually yes

⁃ Bruising, yep that killer bruise from Cyprus was still lingering months in

⁃ Itchy skin- yep

⁃ Unexplained weight-loss no but it’s the only one.

Now I realised this could just be coincidence, but instead of ruling it out it brought just more uncertainty.

Within a few hours, I’d had some people come around me and pray for me. I’d hit the practical mode of planning. Ok, so if I’m fighting it will still be early stages. I’d have minimal treatment and I’d be back to normal within 6months. I’d be ok… I could cope. Right when do I tell people? Who do I tell, how would I get to treatment? Where would I have treatment.

I called the Trust just so they knew where I was at head space wise for the residential trip. They said if I needed to or didn’t think I could they would manage without me. I say I’ll be ok and they say if you change your mind at any time let us know. I love the trust and how they care for their volunteers.

I arrive to big hugs from the team and a conversation about how if I need time out just to say. Throw myself in and forget about it.

Then just before going home I have a conversation with a young person about a scan they were waiting for, my advice to them was until you know try to assume it’s nothing, what’s the point wasting time worrying for what could be nothing.

I never realised just how hard this advice really was to follow, til I started to do it myself. Hitting reality of home, I was constantly checking the mail for the letter from my consultant to my G.P for scan referral. I let the waiting consume me. I spent the following few weeks calling doctors to chase things only to experience delay after delay of getting answers. Just getting more and more worried in the waiting.

I soon realised that this was a pointless waste of time. So chose not to let the fear or worry steal from me any longer. While this was a journey that didn’t always work. I chose to refocus each time on God knowing he has it all. Knowing that worry solved nothing so why waste my time with it.

In church and academy we sang this song called follow you anywhere by passion. Part of the lyrics are ‘there’s a million reasons to trust you, nothing to fear for you are by my side, I’ll follow you anywhere.’ One week we were singing this and I broke. Into such a blubbering mess, because I realised I’m singing this and truly meaning it. But that following God anywhere also means anywhere even back into the fight.

A week or so later I go on a walk with God. It actually felt more like I’d gone 10 rounds with Him. After an hour he says to me that I fail to have desires of the heart all because I’m too afraid of them being ripped out from under me, and while yes I was surrendered it was only because I had nothing to surrender.

The days that followed I went on several more walks and realised just how right this was. I was ready to fight but part of the reason for this was because although yes outcomes were unknown it would bring in a lot of known to. I’d be re-entering my comfort zone and the place I thrived, being a super patient who knew how to navigate through. This was my comfort zone.

I soon realised as I had a plan for if I was to fight I also needed one for if I wasn’t. I needed to put those dreams and desires in my heart again, and not be so afraid of loosing the things in my life that I refused to live. In this I realised just how long I lived in the fear of loosing it all.

Yes I’ve written about this before and I’m not saying I haven’t been living, or acting on this by going on the journey of truly living. What I’m realising tho is there is always more. ALWAYS MORE!

I won’t say right now what those things in my heart are. But for the first time in the longest time I can truly say I have dreams, I have aspirations and I’m chasing after them unafraid of them being swept away again.

Oh yea the lump.. It’s taken 6 months from my initial scan to answers. But I had a scan about 2 weeks ago and it’s nothing! NOTHING! The lymph node is still enlarged but completely within normal range, and so nothing to worry about.

Yes I cried when I left the hospital seems like even though I wasn’t letting the fear of future hold me. There was still a huge sense of relief that my future didn’t look like more drip stands and treatments.

I would have told people if it was something but I felt that worrying others as well was silly and unnecessary. I also decided I didn’t want to make a big deal about it and felt it would help with this.

Sometimes we are taken on unexpected journeys to unearth and uncover different things.

This chapter of my life has taught me

⁃ not to live in a place of fear or worry.

⁃ That my faith is strong and knowing I can trust God makes life that bit easier.

⁃ That not everyone needs to know every battle you face, for me this helped because I wasn’t constantly being asked for updates from everyone. It also increased my faith because I chose to lean on God in these moments more.

⁃ That doctors are over worked humans who can forget to send letters but be patient with them.

⁃ That I have a future

⁃ That I can really live

⁃ That it’s normal to have dreams and aspirations and these can be from God too.

⁃ That prayer works

⁃ Having people that speak life into situations of death and uncertainty is so helpful for keeping you positive and worry free.

#thisismystory #MyStoryHisGlory

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Immunology

The past few days I’ve been a zombie but a zombie in recovery its been really weird. I suppose it all starts with the confession, I gave up on my meds. It’s not even like I know I don’t need it but about 4 months ago I just didn’t want to stab myself week in week out to give myself an immune system so it wasn’t a complete nahhh I won’t do it. More it got in the way of my life. I would get a text from a friend asking to go for a coffee and I’d do it and say ‘I’ll just do my infusion tomorrow’… I sort of fell out of the habit. Don’t get me wrong now I hadn’t stopped completely (well not until that last month) I just wasn’t doing it every week. It got to the point tho that when I realised I’d missed 3/4 weeks in a row that it was time to fess up to the medics…. So I tentatively called them and explained where I was at. I knew I needed the control taken back off me and so I was really pleased to hear they were happy to have me back on day patient care once every 3 weeks to give me a break.

The medics got it 100% they knew where I was at and they kind of were expecting it. Telling other though some thought it was a sign that I couldn’t cope or was being an idiot playing with my health. (Yes I was but also I’m fine thanks I know my own body). Anyway Tuesday I went into adult immunology day unit (where I did my sub-cut training). I have always had my IvIG on the Teenage Cancer Trust Unit in Cardiff so was a little unsure on what to expect but my infusions on TCT never we quicker than 6hrs normally more like 9hrs. So I packed my bag ready to be entertained all day.

The differences… well TCT next to never had my immunoglobulin on the ward when I arrived at 9am… sometimes it hadn’t even been ordered. I walked into Immunology at 10 to 9 one patient was already sat being hooked up and my immunoglobulin was already on the side waiting for me (sometimes on TCT I could easily wait an hour and a half or more for it to come up from Pharmacy). By 9.03 i’d seen two nurses and my IvIG was up and running. I had it through my hand like normal but instead of a cannula they had it going through a butterfly needle…. So much easier to get in.

I had been warned that the infusion would go slowly due to it being the first time on it in some time. The nurse didn’t need her iPhone or spend an age working out the maths for rates- it was instinctive (mainly because they do it all the time) but you’d have thought this would have been the case up on TCT after 5 years of giving it to me, Lydia and the others. The rate was increased each time with next to no wait for a nurse to come and up the flow. TCT because of the larger social space and the number of people walking in at different times sometimes you’d wait 15 mins before someone could come (I get it 100% they are really busy- but occasionally you’d end up having to press the call button to get someone to come upstairs as they all vanish). However never in a million years did I expect to be told even on the slower rate i was kept on Tuesday it should only take 3 hours. Next time (in 3 weeks time) as long as I’ve had no major side effects (did get a migraine last night but had also drunk so….) it will take 2 HOURS!!!! How then did it always take SOOOOOOO long on TCT. My flat mate when I got home pointed out my infusions at home take me that long because of migraines and that’s once a week so if it only takes 2 hours once every 3 weeks that’s something I’ll have to weigh up.

There are pro’s and cons to IV verses Subcut and I’m sure when I’m re-weighing that up next month or so I’ll end up writing about that. I’m just a bit shell-shocked at the difference in care. This is defiantly something I’ll be discussing with my medic’s next time round as their has to be a way of improving the service when it’s offered through TCT.

Part of me thinks if it had been like this the whole time I’d prob never have switched to subcut in the first place… However I am pleased I switched because the alternative at the time was long days once every 3/4 weeks on TCT.

Recovery from my infusion was a little different than it use to be I ended up with a whole afternoon and evening free (this never happened before I’d usually get home and crash). However, I met family down the bay went on a boat ride wandered round the wetlands then went home and rested before going out for food. Ok so the next day I was a complete zombie and did next to nothing then a rest all day the following day so I could go celebrate someone’s birthday last night. Then it brings me to today which has been a slow day. I hadn’t quite realised how run down, worn out and burnt out I had become being off my meds however my email inbox marked with 450+ unread messages showed me just how zombie I had been. Now my inbox looks much healthier with 0 unread messages. I’ve responded to people who have been waiting months for an answer. So bad! I’m still in that groggy stage that doing anything makes me tired but I’m doing way better than I had been.

Hopefully by the next time I write I’ll be able to do even more and will be feeling much more like me.

Till next time….

Wen

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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.

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

EU vote, Jo Cox and Protecting the NHS

Hello all,

I’ve decided to write down my thoughts and opinions on the EU Vote. As I feel passionately about it and want to let others know why I will be voting Remain. I get that everyone has a the right to their own opinion and all I’m asking and hoping for is that which ever way you vote, you all use your right to vote but also make an informed choice- and know what you are voting for and against. But firstly I’d like to explain one of the reasons that I was prompted to write about the subject. The tragic death of MP Jo Cox.

I grew up in a very political family my mam was a local councillor and sat on the planning committee for the local area for a number of years. My grandad was a councillor and also Major of Newport. I grew up delivering leaflets, campaigning for people to vote, visiting many Politian’s houses and I even did my year 11 work experience week with my local MP and helped out at MP surgeries. My sister was an assistant to many MP’s and an MEP, and even stood for election as an AM at one point. So when I heard that an MP had been shot from my BBC News alert I immediately turned on the news, I hoped they had got it wrong but learning they hadn’t- my heart sank.

I thought about all the MPs I know, their families and their team who help them campaign and run their offices. I thought about Jo’s family, her friends and her political family and I prayed for them all, I prayed that by some miracle that Jo would pull through.

On twitter I read the outpouring of support from thousands of people but also read one twisted post who I have no idea who it came from nor do I wish to- about how the Remain campaign would use this to their advantage if she died… I read a lot of backlash for this post and was about to post to get it taken down when I read that my prayers had not been answered that they were too late and Jo had sadly passed away. The post I believe has been removed, regardless of sides on the EU Referendum this is a tragic loss to all, it’s a loss to our government our country, humanity and the world. But love will always be stronger than hate.

As the tears began to stream down my face- I continued to read more about what a wonderful woman she was and the incredible work she has done for our world. My tears were not because I knew her but because I could relate to her, I know many whom that could have been and she cared a huge deal about the charity sector just like me. I feel her loss as do many across this nation.

I hear about how her assistant was with her holding her until the ambulance arrived and think that could have been my sister, someone who has a passion for politics and cares about the future of so many. I think about how Jo woke up that morning excited to meet with her constituents to solve their problems, to listen so she could advocate better for them whilst in parliament. This is what a good MP does, listens to views from all sides and then makes a balanced decision to help their constituents and our nation to be fair and strong in the future. MP’s are people just like you and me, they believe in a better future, they believe in humanity and they believe in democracy, just like you and me.

I’m deeply saddened by these events but immensely proud of how her husband Brendan has spoken out for people to unite against the hatred that killed her and that he wants to continue her work. I agree whole heartedly with Jo Cox’s opening speech at parliament ‘We have far more in common than that divides us.’

My views on the EU vote have also been prompted by a call by Lucy Caldicott (see link) for more charities to join in the debate and share their views and opinions. Now many have chosen to remain silent and I get it- deciding one way or another can be hard enough for one person to do- a charity as a whole even tougher. Plus it risks the support of supporters too who are voting opposing. I’m just hoping that for those who remain silent don’t regret this on Friday morning- this also goes for all those who aren’t sharing their views currently there is still a lot of undecided people out there- sharing your thoughts may help them make up their mind too.

So why am I voting Remain?? Well mainly because my opinion is that we are stronger in the EU than we ever will be out of it. I was diagnosed with a very serious illness in 2010 just 7 weeks before I was due out in the states for 3 months, that 7 weeks saved my life. If I’d made it to the states and been diagnosed 7 weeks later then I would probably not be alive and would have most likely had a second transplant (due to the first taking so long to graft), if I’d made it through by some miracle the cost of treatment would have left my family penniless neither of my sisters would have had the lives they have (both probably wouldn’t have been able to afford their own children) we would have lost our house, the cars and my mum her job (due to needing to be in the states while I had treatment).

Now both sides are currently saying they are going to protect the NHS- the leave campaign claim more money will be saved by leaving and this could go into the NHS (although there is no promise it won’t be spent elsewhere). Currently the NHS sends patients who need rare, complex treatment or treatment not yet available in the UK abroad (mainly to the EU). We also have many medicines, drugs and blood products provided to the UK by our EU partners. (Currently the immune system I receive to keep me alive once a week comes from Germany). This will all be protected if we Remain in the EU but if we leave this will either no longer be possible or come at an added cost to the NHS meaning more stain on the service and those saving claimed to be had by the leave campaign will soon go.

(The subcutaneous immunoglobulin therapy I receive thanks to our german EU partners)

For complex cases doctors are able to share research and treatment options with partner hospitals in Europe (this could be effected to). Research for all conditions is massively important to me as I believe that research will improve the quality of lives and ultimately a cure for many conditions. Currently this is done alongside the whole of the EU meaning a stronger pool of people to get the data from, the continuity across euro so we can better our healthcare, more opportunities for trials. This results in more areas being researched by specialists across Europe and all this research wether it’s preliminary or completed can be shared throughout the eu. If we leave we will be narrowing the trials available for all medical conditions, shutting off and narrowing the research British scientists feed into.

Currently staffing in our hospitals, laboratories and our universities are mixed and we have many EU members in these jobs if we leave their positions could be at risk and also they may choose to leave and work in a country where they can access that data early, work on that trial or research project and educate to a standard recognised by the European Union.

Our NHS is struggling yes, but because of UK government cuts not because of the EU. We are not being over run by EU members using our NHS in fact we spend less on treating our EU partners than the British public spend in EU hospitals. Our NHS is over run by us the British public (some through no fault of their own, some through bad life choices). I’m proud that our NHS does not discriminate. I’m proud our NHS leans on our partners in the EU. Im proud that our NHS is saving thousands of lives whilst remaining a free service for all. Im proud that we are apart of the EU.

I’m not saying the EU is perfect nothing is, but I do believe we have a better chance at improving the UK and the rest of the world as a whole by remaining in the EU.

These are my opinions and the reasons I believe we should #Remain. However, thanks to my political up bringing I know that everyone has their right to their own opinion and it’s ok that we think differently that’s what makes us humans. We are lucky enough to  live in a democracy where everyone’s opinions matter and count. If you haven’t decided which way to vote there is still time to research and get your butts to the polling station it closes at 10pm. What ever you do today if you’re registered to vote- don’t waste it! Don’t let your voice go unheard, make an informed choice but use your right- GO VOTE!!!

What ever the outcome is tomorrow I hope this referendum vote will change how the United Kingdom does things, that future elections will be less slanderous and more factual, that the opinions of all sides are respected. So that we can become better humans and live in a better world.

Get Voting

Wen x