My dad's got terminal cancer.

"It doesn't look like cancer Mr Mutch" he heard in hospital. 

What appeared initially to be a few days in hospital for 'Observations' turned into over three weeks in a variety of wards under different Consultants. This ultimately resulted in keyhole lung surgery, which became an open incision of several inches' length.

 

It was then that the severity of the situation became apparent as his body recovered from the insult of surgery and the intentional irritations to the lung lining to try to generate a good outcome from what has now been diagnosed as Mesothelioma.

 

Despite a complete absence of working in an asbestos-laden environment or smoking history at any time in his life, he appears to have been unfortunate to have had some form of exposure which has resulted in this rare and aggressive cancer.

 

So I, Stephen Mutch, Physiotherapist and son, am attempting to run or row a minimum of 5 kilometres every day for 50 consecutive days. This has been quite the logistical challenge not least starting it up in South Africa when the joys of Urban Running can be tricky, hence the rowing. Urban Running being an attractive and inexpensive form of exercise, hopefully this may also inspire some folks to try it.

 

So if you fancy donating, or even sponsoring (at ten pence a kilometre that still draws in an attractive £25 for the 250 kms to be completed minimum!) then please donate here.