Dear Readers

Dear Readers….a snapshot…volunteering.

Dear Readers,

This is where I get to post a snapshot about my time at Cancer Research. Every single week is different and with each week there are new challenges…so here is a snapshot of my average day volunteering at Cancer Research..

What I truly love about giving my time on a Saturday morning are the genuine people I meet. Some I see regularly and others touch my heart once and make me realise why I choose to forfeit my lie in. I don’t always write down my thoughts and feelings and interactions from the day but on this particular Saturday I ended up having a little cry. I say cry a few tears came to my eyes and I had to hold it together whilst I spoke, but I dare say my eyes were rather red after.

I have to describe this man as cheerful as that is exactly how he was. Said man asked me where our collection tin was, it blends into the desk where the till is so I pointed it out, he thanked me and took a £20 note out of his wallet, he folded the note and put it in the box. I thanked him, as I do to every single person who puts money in there whilst I am standing there. He then went on to tell me about his wife, who he had lost a year ago and that he always supports Cancer Research. I agreed in regards to support and his words made me feel humbled. I would be lying if what he said didn’t make me think of my own personal grief. We miss our loved ones every single day, but as the saying goes life goes on. Our friends and loved ones would want us to make the most of the time we have.

Yesterday during my morning volunteering I almost started sobbing on a customer. The lady in question used to be in every single week, and she would regularly talk to me about her battle with Cancer and that of one of her loved ones too. Weeks and months went by and I hadn’t seen her and it made me think and worry about her. That was until yesterday when she graced us in store with her presence, I was so pleased to see her and I think I made her day by telling her how nice it was to see her again.

These stories and these people are the reason I volunteer. Every weekend is different and sadly there are also some people who try to con charities too. Managed to get rid of one of those yesterday, every day and every person has a story and a reason. Don’t judge as you never know what battle they are facing.

Sorry for the spam but I have been meaning to start this for ages hence why you have two snapshots in one.

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The most unlikely topic or so I thought #Nashville

I honestly never thought I would be writing about one of my favourite programmes right here on my blog. #Nashville has been one of my favourites ever since it began, I knew I would either love it or get bored and guess what I love love love it.

I adore a good old acoustic sound and I long to play the guitar – please don’t get me started this subject could be talked about until the end of time and I still haven’t managed to get a guitar tutor.
Anyway enough of that the reason this fits the bill is because of the cancer storyline that has been one of the major focus points in season three. Seeing cancer stories on TV is hard as TV is supposed to be where you chill out and escape for a while. I do still get that from Nashville with the music (which is amazing) but what I must applaud the writers for is how well they write it. Now anyone in the states who has already seen series three no spoilers as that’s one thing I cannot tolerate, and as the series hasn’t finished yet I do not know the outcome.

This weeks viewing was hard but real and that’s why these storyline’s happen. Deacon was attending a huge fundraiser when he gets a call about a donor for his liver transplant. Life changes and Deacon, Rayna, Scarlett and Maddy are excited for this gives them hope. I apologise for anyone who doesn’t watch. The saddest thing was this joy was dashed quite quickly, in the end there were complications the other end. These situations happen every single day and I also feel for the doctors as they are also frustrated as they give families hope and have to temporarily take that back.

It’s so well written, they have managed to show how many people are effected when someone close to you receives the devastating news that they have cancer. Even the joy at transplants and treatment isn’t always a sure thing. Then you see the strong people (well that’s what everyone things from the outset) they are often the people who break down in private which is exactly what Rayna did.

I felt compelled to talk about #Nashville having seen the first hand affects cancer has on families. I know all of us who have lost people to this terrible disease feel like we relive our pain when we see this on TV. For me the more I see it the more it hits home this is real and we need to find a cure to stop all the suffering.

That is why I volunteer my Saturday mornings, I am also in the process of potentially sorting a new venture too, but more on that when I have news. That is also why I have stuck to my #Dryathlon challenge still going good but more on that soon.

Until next time….

deacon

Dryathlon with a twist

Now for the back story…life is a rollercoaster…

Today is day fourteen of my #Dryathlon twist and in some ways not drinking tea and coffee is getting easier and in others it really isn’t. I have some Starbucks treats to look forward to come the 1st October. Having had a fair few donation free days today I received an additional £10 from my mate Amy. I have to say I am feeling very humbled by all my friends, some like Amy I don’t see that often these days but it is awesome to know they are still there to cheer me on and support me, and for that I am truly thankful to everyone who has donated and supported me in any and every way they can. Your kind words of encouragement really do mean a lot. Some days really are better than others, believe me, I work in retail.

I have wanted to and will start writing up my snapshots about my time at Cancer Research these will become Dear Readers….there are some lovely tales that I will share with you soon. So, I wanted to give you a bit of a back story explaining my reasons and motivations for not only volunteering but also to this blog.

I had already started writing a post that was named 2014 but as much as 2014 was the major changing point that is not where this post or where this story starts.

In December of 2013 I remember being told that Nan had a growth on her bladder. Every single member of my family tried to instantly think differently but deep down we were all thinking the worst. Each one of us broke down in one way or another. I remember thinking Ronan Keating sure was right Life is a bloody Rollercoaster. The one thing I was certain of during every moment of worry was that my Nan is a fighter and one of the strongest women I have ever known, she wouldn’t give up. I was so angry and extremely upset, I am an emotional person at the best of times but every little thing was making me teary. I knew that we had to be there for Nan and for Granddad during this emotional and tense time, so that is exactly what we did.

Onto 2014, in February of 2014 Sophie one of my beloved work colleagues lost her mother to Cancer. We were all deeply saddened for Sophie, and when she asked a number of us to attend her mum’s funeral we did just that. (I was not prepared for how this year would turn out and how many funerals that I would attend – that is later on) I like to think that me and my colleagues have well and truly been there for Sophie in her time of need. Since then she went onto organise an awesome event in memory of her mother where she raised a shed load of cash for Cancer Research. Well done Sophie.

Nan had her operation/treatment in March and was recovering well but then a series of events changed not only her life but that of every member of my family, In April 2014, my beloved Granddad Sam passed away – he had been unwell for a while having been diagnosed with COPD but he carried on with life to an extent. None of us were ready to lose Granddad and Nan was lost without him. What I will say is I did truly love the time I spent with them both, Granddad shared my love of books and I am still reading some of his books to this day, and a number of them live on his old book shelf. Last May I read an awesome intriguing book called We Were Liars and at the end I cried as it was exactly the sort of book I would have passed onto him and I couldn’t. Watching films with Nan will be a memory I treasure. I even got the chance to show her the video of me and my best mate swimming with Dolphins these memories are priceless.

In August 2014, a friend of mine Katherine Bones passed away from liver Cancer she had had a beautiful baby boy just over a month earlier. This was heartbreaking, Kat was a kind-hearted soul who I will remember as being my Shane buddy and Mummy Kat. She was a people person and she loved sharing her love for music and boy-bands with anyone and everyone. It makes me sad that she had just got the one thing she wanted and her life was cruelly taken away. The number of people who attended her funeral and swarmed to Facebook to post condolence messages really proved how many lives she touched in her life. When Shane Filan’s new album gets released next week I will be yet again thinking of Kat – who I won’t bump into any longer.

In October 2014, we received the news we never wanted Nan now had stomach cancer, we were told to make the most of our time with her which is exactly what we did. In January of this year my Nan passed away in front of me and my closest family members. It was by far one of the hardest things that I have ever witnessed in my life, but I am glad we could be with her before she returned to Granddad and was suffering no longer. In all honesty the last week or so was the hardest before that she was just Nan – same as ever. My brother and sister are both grateful that she met both of their daughters. Nan had two and a bit years with Pippa and a few weeks with Freya and those memories are once again priceless.

My Nan was a huge lover of a bargain from a charity shop and I started volunteering in the November of last year and every week I would visit her and she would ask me about the shop and if I was enjoying working there. She also had me on the hunt for a red scarf, I never did find one but this year I will and I will wear it with pride when I do.

So that is a little into why I volunteer, why I have given up tea and coffee argh! lack of caffeine lol and what inspired me to get back blogging.

Until next time 🙂

Dryathlon with a twist

#DNATrail and a little bit more…

Sadly there were not enough hours and not enough days for me to get many more of the gorgeous #DNATrail pictures. If only I had found them sooner and if only the days were longer I could have crammed loads more in.

I did manage to get to South Kensington one day before work to snap this beauty….

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As you can see this picture was taken on a relatively good day. I really do adore London in the sunshine it really is one of my favourite sites of my hometown.

So as day eleven ends I have barely thought about tea and coffee bar when someone offers to make a cuppa or if I pass someone with a strong coffee…or is it just seeming stronger because I haven’t had any. I am looking forward to having a Pumpkin Spiced Latte when my challenge is over, I know it will taste all the better on the 1st October. I haven’t had anymore donations of late but I am sure I can still smash my target for Cancer Research.

I really should stop writing and stop listening to music and get some sleep ahead of my volunteering tomorrow. Have an awesome weekend all.