Early January 2018 saw the beginning of what was to be the most painful and traumatic journey I have ever experienced.
It was discovered that my beloved husband and father of my son, Andy, had a brain tumour. It wasn’t until a couple of months later after various intrusive tests and 5 major operations, that we were given the devastating news that Andy’s tumour was a grade 4 glioblastoma multiforme in the pineal region of his brain. This type of tumour is highly aggressive and sadly there is no cure.
Andy bravely underwent life-threatening brain surgery to try and remove as much of the tumour as possible , but this unfortunately was not possible due to its deep and complicated location in his brain. He then underwent radiotherapy and chemotherapy and to the amazement of the medical staff, he managed to come home for a month at the beginning of May 2018.
This was outstanding given what Andy had come through and the difficulties he was facing on a daily basis. On the day he was discharged Andy proposed to me and this was his first night in our new home. We got married in June 2018. Andy thereafter continued with chemotherapy at home.
Towards the end of June 2018, Andy’s health began to deteriorate and he was admitted back to the Western General Hospital in Edinburgh. It was here, on the 5th of July 2018, that my husband passed away, at only 33 years old, with me by his side.
Andy fought this hideous disease with nothing but determination and courage for 7 months and never once complained or asked ‘why me’. Not once. He always remained positive and hopeful, even when he began to lose his sight and mobility. He would still be the gentleman he always was and would be worrying more about everyone else around him. So much so that when Andy was seriously ill in hospital back in February 2018, he persuaded the consultant to give him a day pass to get out of hospital and surprised me at the birth of our son, Lewis. There was absolutely no way he was missing it he said.
This devastating illness has taken my husband far too young. He didn’t deserve this and had so much to live for. His children do not deserve to grow up without their Daddy. Andy was one in a million and we miss him terribly.
When the London marathon was on this year, Andy and I watched it on television whilst he was in hospital. I suggested that I should do it next year for Brain Tumour Research and he was adamant that I should. His face lit up! I entered there and then at his bedside.
I am running the London Marathon in April 2019 in memory of my inspiring, brave husband and also to raise as much money as I possibly can for Brain Tumour Research. This charity is vastly underfunded and more research MUST be done to try and find a cure for this awful disease. I know Andy would be so humbled and honoured that people were raising money for such a worthy cause. I hope I do him proud. Thank you so much for taking the time to read our story.