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

 

 

 

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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

For Emily

So I thought I’d post some more about the reason I’ve come to blogging my inspiration and why I’ve suddenly felt the urge to spill my guts and write.

Recently I lost an amazing cancer friend called Emily Clark. Loosing any cancer friend is hard but loosing em has been one of the hardest. I first met Emily when I was on Teenage Cancer Trust for my monthly immune system infusion boost. She hadn’t been in very long and I remember thinking how young she looked. I decided to go over and say hi and offer some words of wisdom. Em was lay in her bed trying to keep herself occupied- she looked really thin and it was only her first or second day of chemo. She told me that the nurses had told her if she didn’t eat they would give her a feeding tube. So I’ve had a number in my time so offered some words of advice similar to this….

Yes a feeding tube isn’t ideal but it isn’t as bad as you think it is!! The nurses have done this procedure thousands of times (and prob had to practice on each other too) so they know what they are doing. When it goes in it tickles around the edge of your noes and does that until it reaches the bend but that’s the worst part- it’s a strange sensation but it’s not painful.

The nurses get you to sip a drink through a straw this is helps in two ways one gives you something to focus on and two means the tube is eased in the right way into your stomach.

The feed itself- well it sometimes makes you feel a little bloated but it’s because they are feeding you what you should be eating and if you haven’t been use to that it makes sense.  Having a feeding tube doesn’t stop you from eating what you want either they can change the amount of feed at any point.

The biggest pro for having it is it takes the pressure off. Makes you able to eat what you want when you want without worrying about the nurses nagging you to eat more.  There are downsides like with anything being sick for instance means your line comes too. My advice clean it off before they take it out!!! But this point you have seen the benefits, have had it done before and so can do it again! Also I explained that if you have methotrexate (a type of chemo) this can cause you to get blisters and ulcers in your mouth, throat and stomach lining- not everyone gets it so don’t stress over it- but if your throat becomes sore, even just s little bit.. Get a feeding tube in because once it’s bad they can’t do it because it’s to sore and blocked- eating at this time becomes impossible so it’s best to get it in quick so ur not left hungry but unable to eat.

Em still wasn’t keen on the idea but at least she did know what it was like in case  she needed it. We talked about school and the implications cancer would  have but Emily was determined it wasn’t  going to get in her way, and I don’t think it ever really did.  We talked about JTV then jimmyteens and how she could find videos of patients talking about their experiences and  find out information about her cancer. I spoke about all the things cancer has helped me to do like sailing and nights out with cancer friends and knowing your not on your own. These were all thing that she couldn’t wait to get stuck into! Shame the unit lost our support worker fairly early on to em being on the ward, and has only just been replaced with a permanent member of staff 2 years on. I really am gutted that she never got to experience some of the amazing things I’ve been able to.

Emily was one of those people who you would sit down with for 5 mins and instantly become friends, age didn’t matter, em was so smart and mature she could talk to anyone. If she didn’t know something she’d find out, throughout her treatment she always asked questions and would want to know everything. Emily never complained she kept positive and knew that she’d get through it. Emily was fantastic at telling you how it is, she’d say ‘well I’ve got a bit of GVHD, but its only a bit so it wont stop me.’ She would call you out if she thought you could push yourself more or if you were complaining about something petty and insignificant. She’d listen to you stories of beyond the hospital walls despite not being out of them herself very much. Laugh with you and was one of the best at giving balanced advice when you needed it most. In the days since her death this is probably what I miss the most.

Em would tell me about her science work and what she was learning (science wasn’t my thing as you may remember) but she told me anyway- using so many words you’d come back 3 days later and she would still be chatting. I spent hours chatting with her, sometimes hours after I’d been un-hooked from infusions and could leave but I chose to stay because it didn’t matter where we were- we’d never run out of things to say. She was strong minded and focused on her future and despite being hit by every side effect known to the cancer world. I always thought she’d be ok. There were times where visiting wasn’t possible or i’d be thrown out by one of the nurses because one of us was too ill to be around the other (what a load of nonsense). But then we talked through facebook when she was in isolation during transplant about the incredible boredom but not having the energy to do anything. We talked about food, music, books and blogging. She had so many things she wanted to talk about- wanted to thank, em always had a long list of ideas and half started blogs. Two of which we spoke about I am going to write about in the future. I never felt like I could write like this before- but em has pushed me to it- and back to it even today. I’ve had a really tough days since loosing em and I think its because I believed in her future plans as much as she did, and I’m heartbroken that I wont get to give her uni advice, or how to deal with the fatigue advice- but been strong on the outside just like em, smiling and chatting away not letting the world get to me. After all Em wouldn’t complain- so why should I.

One of the most resent things that Em did that has changed my life was talking about her faith with me. I remember hearing her voice when I called into the ward waiting for some meds- but couldn’t see her. I asked her brother (not recognising a now very grown up Evan) if he knew where Emily Clark had gone (thinking she had been shoved in the parents room again). He told me it was his sister and she had just been given a bed downstairs- so off I rushed to be faced with the smile of Emily and her mum Donna. Donna left Emily and me to it and went to join Evan (or maybe take him to football). Me and Em got chatting straight away- she had been having some trouble with GVHD and they thought it was effecting her lungs. But Emily was her happy go lucky self- had to have some stitches out from her new line insertion/ or removal I cant remember which. Jess (the mess a nurse who I love) came in and asked if we were happy she did it in front of us both and of course that was fine cuz we could continue chatting away. Id recently lost a cancer friend who I was close with and I was telling her that I decided to go to his funeral (despite me not normally doing so with cancer friends) thanks to the EMCT guys letting me know they would be there and I could stick with them- it really helped me having the support from them. Anyway- my point was that I found his funeral perfect- it may sound silly but it really was and I will explain that more in another post. But what it did get me to question was my own faith- how had his remained so strong throughout and mine- well I wobbled so far off that I hadn’t been to church in a very long time (baring Christmas and Easter cuz that’s different).  I explained about how my flatmates seemed to have a strong faith, and I believed in god but just wasn’t feeling very connected. She challenged me on this- and she challenged me well, asked me what was stopping me- was I in a hospital bed on a Sunday? Or any day of the week pointing out faith isn’t just for Sunday’s. She told me I had to find a church that fitted me- and not all churches would. She inspired me with her faith it was so strong despite everything she was very comfortable chatting about it all with me. She knew her maker as a friend, this was something I was envious about- but it all made sense to me once I realised, that’s why she wasn’t ever ‘ohh woe is me’ because she prayed about her worries and let them go. She would read scriptures and be inspired by them, but also knew that science was her calling, hence the reason she was so committed to her studying from a hospital bed (I don’t think I’ve ever seen another teen as committed to work before.) I’m so grateful for Emily challenging me in this way because I’ve now found a church that fits me, its relevant to me and challenge the way I think about the world, God and myself.  A few months ago writing this challenge that Em set me wouldn’t have made it to the page- but I’m proud of my faith- and I’m Proud of Emily!

About 2 weeks later I wanted to tell Emily that I hadn’t forgotten but had been ill and I was visiting home that Sunday- but that I’d found the church I wanted to try on Mother’s Day. She was in a side room (which either means they are worried about her getting something, giving others something or she isn’t well.) Unfortunately it was a bit of all of it- our TCT doctor let me know she had to have some painful tests earlier on that day and just needed some rest. I messaged Donna and Em to let them know I was thinking of them, and praying for them. A few days later Em posted something social media- to me I thought that the worst was over and she was getting better, so I stopped worrying and concentrated on getting myself infection free again so I could go visit her, and tell her all about my amazing new church.

I was at an Ellen MacArthur Cancer Trust training day when I began to feel odd- All morning id been jumping around full of beans and then all of a sudden I wasn’t- I put it down to nerves of the game between Wales and England. I brought a bracelet at lunch time and thought about getting one for Emily, but then a thought came through my head what if she wouldn’t like it- so I brought one put it on and decided I’d give it to her if she wasn’t well enough to go on a trip this year (whether she liked it or not). I then went to put Peter’s name on the memory tree that the trust do each year- and I cried- remembered the good, and looked forward to the future. Later I went to watch the rugby with 2 of the girls from the trust- we found a pub in Birmingham just before the anthems (thank goodness). I was praying for the boys to do well, to play with integrity and win- but god had other plans- his hands were busy welcoming my friend Emily into heaven. Just as wales began to play again in those final 10-15 mins I got a message from Donna saying Emily had passed away. I lost my breath, and couldn’t see past the tears. I was more than distraught I was devastated I was pleased that I was surrounded by cancer friends who got it- but it hit me hard.  My life since that moment has not been the same, I think about Emily every day. I talk to her, pray with her, and am inspired by her every day.

Since loosing Em I’ve written a list of about 100 blog idea’s, got more involved with Charites including some that I hadn’t prior to Emily’s death, and I’ve made God/Church is a big part of my life. Emily has taught me so much, how to not just live life but thrive despite what ever gets in my way complications wise. To have a kind heart that listens to others and offers support and guidance. To smile even when all I want to do is cry, reach out to those around me when I need it, and to write this darn blog- stick with it and dedicate some time to doing it. Thankyou Em for your wake up call today to push me to finish this post.

Emily’s final weeks were spent planning to inspire other’s. She loved our BMT Consultant Dr Wilson, and knew that the BMT ward wasn’t fit for purpose. So started to plan a way for a new unit to be built with a ball, and lots of fundraising events. I’m sad she will never get to see this built but proud that she has inspired so many to get behind her dream! Em was inspiring but in her words- ‘I don’t want you leaving this saying how  inspirational I am unless you are inspired and motivated to do something.’  Emily Clark- Founder of remission possible, in remission right till the end.

EmilyIf you have been inspired/ touched/ read this blog I would encourage you to visit her website- https://remissionpossible.org.uk and consider donating to the ward (which I will harp on about a lot so you might as well get a donation out the way) https://www.justgiving.com/remissionpossible.

(Please bear with any mistakes or weird sentences I’m still getting use to this blogging malarky!)