“Alan was my older brother. My only brother. Until one morning I was awoken by my dad to the news that “Alan won’t be coming home any more – he died last night”. He had been suffering for several months with leukaemia and finally lost the fight. This was 1969, and the early days of research into a cure for ‘cancer of the blood’. Alan was unfortunate to be a guinea pig for many experimental drugs, none of which saved his life, and many of which probably made him feel even sicker”
Fortunately the search for a cure has come a long way since then, but the illness still claims the lives of far too many people. In the present economic climate funds for medical research and patient care are tighter than ever. So there was never a better time to be raising money for this fantastic charity, the Leukaemia & Blood Foundation.
“I suspect that the experience of losing my ‘big bro’ when I was just 9 years old has had quite an impact on my life. It’s difficult to imagine that it hasn’t shaped the person I am today – for better or worse – in some way or other. Perhaps this is what gives me the fight to take on big challenges? Who knows?”
No matter. Alan, this one is for you bro’.
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