Following the overwhelming amount raised at Vic's golf day it was decided to take the cheque again up to the ward to present it. Bob and Jo asked me to go along too. I'm glad I did as I was able to face the ward again. It still looked the same, same ill, hairless, haunted faces peeped out from those beds just on different people, the ones before them having gone down that inevitable path. I have found the sooner I face those things that make me feel sick at the thought, the sooner they have been and the "first time" is gone. It's almost like getting back on a bicycle.
The ward manager was overwhelmed by the amount raised which is now up to £12,000.00 and mum and I added another £100 which we won the Saturday before at another event we went to. I can't thank you all enough for what you have all done. I know we wont find a cure for cancer overnight and I know it wont help to save hundreds of lives but it will help to make time on that ward easier. With any residue we have decided to spend it on some new pictures which I wasn't too happy about to start with but the ward manager is going to have the whole ward updated so it may be nice to have a couple of fresh pictures to brighten the place up. I did specify no trains. Vic nearly went insane having to look at the same picture of a steam train for about 10 days.
It seems strange 6 months has nearly gone. The leaves on Vic's beloved tree in our garden have turned the most beautiful shades of red, gold and brown. I think it's more lovely than last year. He loved this time of year even though he hated red and found it the most unlucky colour for him (not only arsenal but the mustang in Hawaii and I still have his never red t-shirt.
Last October was the last real fun we had. He insisted on a huge Halloween party and put every ounce of effort he had into it. He had an absolute ball and it has been an memory that has kept me going. I won't ever forget him dressed as Edward Scissorhands and trying to put white face paint all over his beard! I never knew that would be our last Halloween or the last time he got hopelessly drunk or the last time he would tell Lindsay how gorgeous she looked head to foot in green including her pointed ears. However, its a precious memory so much so I will be out of town that weekend with some of the people who have helped drag me through this personal hell.
Thanks again to all involved in raising money in Vic's memory and if you are planning something for Halloween enjoy it and think of Vic, he loved dressing up and making a fool of himself and just think he didn't know he wouldn't be here to do it again this year!
The ward manager was overwhelmed by the amount raised which is now up to £12,000.00 and mum and I added another £100 which we won the Saturday before at another event we went to. I can't thank you all enough for what you have all done. I know we wont find a cure for cancer overnight and I know it wont help to save hundreds of lives but it will help to make time on that ward easier. With any residue we have decided to spend it on some new pictures which I wasn't too happy about to start with but the ward manager is going to have the whole ward updated so it may be nice to have a couple of fresh pictures to brighten the place up. I did specify no trains. Vic nearly went insane having to look at the same picture of a steam train for about 10 days.
It seems strange 6 months has nearly gone. The leaves on Vic's beloved tree in our garden have turned the most beautiful shades of red, gold and brown. I think it's more lovely than last year. He loved this time of year even though he hated red and found it the most unlucky colour for him (not only arsenal but the mustang in Hawaii and I still have his never red t-shirt.
Last October was the last real fun we had. He insisted on a huge Halloween party and put every ounce of effort he had into it. He had an absolute ball and it has been an memory that has kept me going. I won't ever forget him dressed as Edward Scissorhands and trying to put white face paint all over his beard! I never knew that would be our last Halloween or the last time he got hopelessly drunk or the last time he would tell Lindsay how gorgeous she looked head to foot in green including her pointed ears. However, its a precious memory so much so I will be out of town that weekend with some of the people who have helped drag me through this personal hell.
Thanks again to all involved in raising money in Vic's memory and if you are planning something for Halloween enjoy it and think of Vic, he loved dressing up and making a fool of himself and just think he didn't know he wouldn't be here to do it again this year!
