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Mountains and Rainbows


I suppose it’s about time for another blog post, in fact I think its way overdue. I’ve just been so busy of late I’ve barely had the time to process my own thoughts, let alone put them down into words! It’s probably been pretty hard to miss the fact that I’ve been doing a lot of challenges to raise money for Maggie’s, I’ve not exactly been quiet about it on social media (my apologies if it’s starting to get boring!!). I started the challenges back in February with the aim of doing a different challenge every month for a year, I started modestly but as time has gone on I’ve found the challenges getting more and more difficult or extravagant! In February I walked 10,000 steps every day, in March I ran 5K, in April I managed to rope my friends into hosting Kitchen table days (and of course did one myself), in May I swam the length of Loch Ness, In June I did a 40ft bungee jump, in July I climbed Ben Nevis and in August I walked the West Highland way! Are you tired yet?? I know I am! But don’t worry, the year is not yet over and I’m far too stubborn to quit now!! It helps to see the amazing amount of money that has been raised, I’m genuinely astounded by peoples’ generosity and not just that, I also feel incredibly privileged to have had so much support with these challenges from friends and family, from donations, to hosting parties, baking and even crazier joining me on some of these mad adventures, I know I couldn’t have got as far as I have without you all.


I’ve often heard that facing a Cancer diagnosis is a bit like climbing a mountain, I’ve heard various analogies along these lines, and I couldn’t agree more, but what a lot of people forget is that once you’ve reached the top of the mountain, you still have to get back down again and believe me that’s where the hard work really begins! Just ask my Dad, he joined me, together with my cousin on the Ben Nevis climb. I have to admit I was a bit nervous about that, he’s not as young as he used to be and he is the person from whom I get my (charming?) stubborn streak, but when the day arrived he walked up that mountain as though he was going for an afternoon stroll, whilst I was huffing and puffing and stopping every 5 minutes to power up with snacks! For me watching this I was, of course, very proud of him and a bit relieved, but also if I’m honest, incredibly annoyed! How could he find it so easy when I found it so hard?? I was reminded several times that at the same time last year I was still undergoing treatment. In fact, I only really finished treatment in April this year and that last treatment has had an effect on my heart function. Hmmmmm, I guess he had a point. But still, he’s 65 to my *cough* *cough* thirty……*cough* ……! Anyway, when we got to the top of the mountain I was almost in tears, I was so relieved! We did it!! Yey! All we had to do now was turn around and go back down. It’d taken us 4 hours to get up so surely only about 2 to get back, right??? Wrong! 3 and a half hours later, soaked to the bone, joints and feet aching, tired, hungry and cold we finally made it back to our camp. The rain had made the path down difficult to navigate and between us either age, injury or treatment had made our joints a little less tolerant than they used to be! On the way up the mountain my companions found it interesting to constantly check how far we had come and how far we had left to go, I tried my best to zone them out, I didn’t want to know, I just wanted to put one foot in front of the other until I got to the top. Once on the way down it was a different story, you knew where you had been and how far it was until you were back at the beginning, but somehow it all looked different on the way back down, the path had changed and become slippery with the rain and although we seemed to have been walking forever that camp site down below didn’t seem to be getting any closer. Yep, climbing a mountain is a perfect metaphor for Cancer treatment…….although we did eventually get to the bottom, and we were able to stop in the camp site with a well-deserved cup of tea (OK…beer!) and look up at that mountain covered in cloud and congratulate ourselves on what we had just achieved, I’m not sure if that will ever quite come with my treatment. I do keep putting one foot in front of the other, I do keep looking up and seeing how far I’ve come, but some sneaky so and so came by whilst I was up that mountain and demolished the campsite, so I just keep walking, hoping I’ll eventually find something that resembles it.

Ben Nevis
Ben Nevis with my boys! :-)

I’m sorry if I’m stretching the analogy a bit far, and also if I’m confusing my metaphors, analogies and similes….I never did quite get the hang of all that stuff at school! If you forgive me though I’m going to keep going! Oh yes, it’s not over yet! Just like with my treatment, after you climb the mountain there’s another challenge put in front of you, it’s different, it’s not as steep and immediately daunting but man does it go on…….and on……and on! I am of course talking about the West Highland Way! For that challenge some wonderful (I’m no longer allowed to say crazy 😉) friends flew in from the Netherlands, for those of you that don’t know much about the Netherlands here’s how Wikipedia explain it:

 "Netherlands" literally means "lower countries", referring to its low land and flat geography, with only about 50% of its land exceeding 1 metre (3 ft 3 in) above sea level

Yep……they literally came from the low lands to walk 96 miles (154 km) in the Highlands of Scotland! (See! Crazy right??). I’m going to try not to bore you too much with my long winded comparisons of how the WHW was similar to my treatment, I could go on and on about the blisters on our feet making everything so much more difficult (mouth ulcers anyone?), about the weather luring us into a false sense of security on the first day with sunshine but by the final day relentlessly battering us with cold wind and rain (chemo, most definitely for me!), about thinking you’re almost at the end then turning a corner to find you’re actually nowhere near (everything that follows chemo & radio!), but instead of talking about all those things I want to talk about how as a group we kept each other going. There was a certain point in every day after which we knew there was no going back, no matter how tired we were or how much pain we were in, we just had to keep going until the end of that day. We chatted about random rubbish and sang silly songs to distract ourselves and keep our spirits high, and just as we thought we were done, that we couldn’t take much more, someone would appear with a Haribo Strawberry and the world was good again! It rained A LOT, but then the sun would come out and we’d see a beautiful rainbow. It was a long seven days, but there were a lot of laughs, rainbows and perhaps the odd wee dram of whisky along the way too. I was so unbelievably proud of myself by the end of that challenge, but I know, as with many of the other challenges and of course my treatment, I wouldn’t have been able to do it without my friends around me.

West Highland Way

So, after these last few crazy challenges I should really be putting my feet up and having a rest, but I’ve heard there’s no rest for the wicked so I may as well just keep on! This Saturday, together with an equally crazy bunch, I’m going to attempt the Beast of all challenges (literally…. it’s called THE BEAST!!) 10km and 30 obstacles! Lots of mud, ice cold loch water and goodness only knows what else! I’m doing my usual trick of not really wanting to know what lies ahead, I’ll just take it one step at a time and face each obstacle as it comes, a wee trick I seem to have learned from treatment that seems to serve me well in life just now! It’s good to know there will be people by my side though, helping each other as much as we can.

Saturday's Challenge!

As I said earlier I am completely amazed by the generosity of people so far, but all this is for an amazing cause. Maggie’s have not only helped me but so many of my friends through incredibly tough times. If you’d like to support me and my crazy bunch of friends for any of the challenges, please go to my JustGiving page. Thank you so much!!





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