Livestrong Day

Today is Livestrong Day

and we dedicate this post in memory of
anyone who has been affected by someone
who has or has had this evil disease, whether it
be a family member, a friend or a neighbour.

As you all know Zoolatry's Ann and family have been
devastated in the last few weeks with Vic's sudden decline
and passing due to this evil disease.



This year we wish to dedicate this post to them for their bravery
and to everyone else so badly affected by cancer.


Also in memory of our Mum's Mum

who died aged 62 years
from diagnosis to her death took 10 months.


and sweet Maxie (who died with a stomach tumour)

Maxie decided he was going to let Mum take him
to his furever home.

There was never any doubt in his mind from first seeing her,
to climbing up the legs of her jeans and refusing to let her leave with out him

Livestrong Day - In Memory of Olga and Maxie

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This post today is in three parts - the first one to think of everyone who is affected by someone who either has cancer or has sadly lost their fight against it.

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The second one is for my Mum who was found to have cancer in November 1983 - she had a niggling pain on and off for a while and was taken into a clinic for exploratory surgery. Unfortunately it was cancer amd it had grown in a space in her abdomen and so had gone undetected until it was too late to remove as it had spread into her stomach, kidneys and liver. She was given a course of radiation which made her so sick it took weeks for her to recover from.

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She deteriorated and we promised her she would not have to go into hospital to die. With the help of district nurses and friends we looked after her at home until her death on 8th September 1984. She was 62 years of age.

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As well as being my mother (I am an only child) she was my best friend who saw me through a divorce and getting together with my new husband although sadly she died before she could see us marry.

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Ann at Zoology has kindly done this picture for me and I dedicate it to mum.

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The next part is for one of my beloved cats named Maxie - rescued from the Cats Protection League - he climbed up the legs of my jeans and wouldn't go down again to make sure I was all his!

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Everyone locally knew Maxie and he used to cross the road every day and collect his girl friend Snoopy and go through her garden and over the fence into the local cemetery and have a fine time hunting and bringing home "trophies".

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He suddenly lost weight and a visit to the vet for x rays showed he had stomach cancer - he died six days later in my arms.

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Finally I would like to remember everyone who is struggling against this evil disease and hope they win their battles and punch this evil disease on the nose.

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