It’s a horrible monster.
I first heard about leukemia when I was about 9 years old when my dad told my that his sister was admitted to hospital to get treatment for a ‘serious issue’ as he put it. When I went to see her I was so excited because she had the coolest new hairstyle – who would not want a shaved head? But then she started coughing more, she started getting more tired everyday and my dad told me that I need to not demand play time every time I visited her in the hospital because she didn’t have the energy for it. Over the next few months she looked like she didn’t eat anything, her eyes sunk into her head and her arms looked all spidery with all the blue and green veins popping out. Then came that day when my dad came home and told me that my aunt got a very high fever and because her was already sick, her body couldn’t handle it and she had passed away. All I could think of were my cousins – who was going to go for their prize givings? who was going to help them with homework? who was going to cook them their favourite meals? I guess cancer won.
Recently my mum called me and told me that my mother was diagnosed with a form of blood cancer. The reality of this statement didn’t really hit me until I actually saw her and realised how the monster had taken over my grandmother. We couldn’t grab hold of her hand because she would bruise at the slightest touch, she couldn’t move around much because water had lodged into her joints and her knees had become like jelly – the monster wins every time. It breaks my heart to look at how frail my magnificent and strong grandmother has become, it breaks my heart that this monster, this sickness is taking away her ability to live the way she wants to, it breaks my heart to see her getting a blood transfusion every three months. She refuses to be on chemo because she says that she has lived a long life and doesn’t need to take away the opportunity of life from someone who is younger – which my heart hurt even more, she truly is a magnificent woman. It’s not fair.
Cancer has seeped its way into the lives of so many people I love and I haven’t been able to do anything but stand on the sidelines and watch it take over.
I have been trying to do my best to beat this disease over the past year and this year I have decided to take part in the World’s Greatest Shave which raises money to support families with patients diagnosed with cancer as well as raise funds to find urgent cures. I know this is a small feat compared to the uphill battle that is dealing with and finding a cure for cancer – but I hope that it will make a difference.
*If you would like to donate to this cause and help me shave my hair for a good cause please follow this link here.