In my post “The Definition Of Clutter” I mentioned that May 2012 had been a traumatic time. It was written deliberately ambiguously, not to create suspense, but because I never intended on talking about it here, at the blog.
The reason for this is because, as traumatic as it was for me – that trauma paled into insignificance in comparison to the devastation it caused to very close friends. I don’t blog about friends, but they’ve given consent to tell their story.
My beautiful goddaughter, Darcy, in May 2012, was diagnosed with ALL (Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia). The decluttered train ticket, I spoke about in that post, was taking me to Birmingham Children’s Hospital.
Why talk about it now?
There are 3 reasons.
Firstly I was asked directly what had happened. Politely (I hope) I declined to comment.
Secondly, out-of-the-blue Cancer Research UK e-mailed to ask whether I’d consider a guest post about fundraising for them. It was a nice genuine e-mail, and made me think – should I talk about Darcy?
But lastly, and most importantly, there’s good news to share.
There aren’t words to describe that time, post-diagnosis, but guess who’s a brave little fighter? With an outlook on life most adults would be blessed to have themselves?
Yep, Darcy Doo.
It’s a good news story, and we all benefit from those. Maybe a story that will help reassure others there is hope after a cancer diagnosis.
So I will be letting Cancer Research UK hijack my blog in the very near future. Because it’s the very least I can do.