As you know, I’ve had bladder cancer for which I’ve been treated (bladder removed, neobladder made and chemo) and now it’s time to give something back. By something, I mean money ‘cos it’s money that pays the scientists to do the research and it’s money that enables the NHS to administer the treatment. I haven’t fundraised since primary school when an unnamed relative took my hard-earned £1.60 and bought some Players No6 with it. I hope this drive is more successful.
I could do a run and I could sit in a bath of beans but then I thought, what would be really hard? I mean REALLY hard and I decided it would be to keep my gob shut for an entire day. I was going to do 12 hours but due to popular demand it’s been extended to 24.
So, on Saturday March 4th, I will not speak from 9am until 9am the following morning. That’s tough. On that Saturday, I will get out and about, socialising with friends, as that makes it tougher. I’ll also not tweet. Eek. Maybe I can encourage Trump to join me
I’m raising funds for Fight Bladder Cancer, a small charity run by survivors and their families, which has given me fantastic support throughout my tedious ‘journey’. It works tirelessely to raise awareness, support medical research and campaign for better diagnosis and treatment for a cancer which is largely ignored and yet is the fifth most common, the most expensive to treat and has one of the worst rates of recurrence.
Here is my Just Giving page. If you can, please donate a small amount. Believe me, I’m going to find this very, very hard.