katy brittain
HELP! KATY BRITTAIN'S SCARED !
Fundraising for Marie Curie
Story
I HAVE TO POO IN A HOLE IN THE GROUND!.......
furthermore at a certain altitude apparently the fillings in my teeth may fall out. I have to sleep in a tiny tent and it gets -5 degrees at night. A tent. The nearest I've come to a tent is a marquee with a champagne buffet. I have to climb the tallest mountain in North Africa. Me. Me who gets a cab to the corner shop....worst of all I probably won't be wearing make up.
There is a reason for all this. My mum, Jill Churchill. Ma was told she had inoperable cancer and in the last year of her life an incredible place became the centre of our very strange and now frightening world. It was called Eden Hall, a Marie Curie Hospice....and this is where all the money I raise will directly go.
Who knows the horrible thoughts you must face in the wee small hours when you know that you're dying. Looking after someone who's scared and in pain doesn't make you feel like Mother Teresa. It just makes you feel exhausted and helpless.
Marie Curie gave my mum back her dignity, her bravery and her humour. They gave me back my mum...and some badly needed sleep. The relationship I had with ma in that last year could have been so very different without their help.
It's a place where people die, but it's not a scary place at all.My children used to love going there to visit Nana. It's full of giggles, endless cups of tea and cheer. What makes it so humbling is their immense care and compassion.
When mum died at Eden Hall the staff knew and helped me through that very unique journey I had to take. They let me stay with her for hours. I could have stayed all day if I wanted to, and then they hugged me and took me through all the practical things I had to do. Things I had no idea about, and they made it seem do-able.
My ma was a remarkable lady who deserved somewhere remarkable to die. Remarkably she got it. My last memory of ma is of a smiling, happy lady and that's because of Eden Hall......and that's why I'm going to poo in a hole in the ground.
But I need your help...not with the, oh you know what I mean...I'm completely useless at asking for money, anything. I can't even ask for a Boots Advantage Card and I've got to raise £1,600 by July! Please, please be lovely and help me raise it....and wish me luck. Christ knows I'm going to need it.
If you can donate anything please donate here or contact me at littleme39@hotmail.com
Thank You!
furthermore at a certain altitude apparently the fillings in my teeth may fall out. I have to sleep in a tiny tent and it gets -5 degrees at night. A tent. The nearest I've come to a tent is a marquee with a champagne buffet. I have to climb the tallest mountain in North Africa. Me. Me who gets a cab to the corner shop....worst of all I probably won't be wearing make up.
There is a reason for all this. My mum, Jill Churchill. Ma was told she had inoperable cancer and in the last year of her life an incredible place became the centre of our very strange and now frightening world. It was called Eden Hall, a Marie Curie Hospice....and this is where all the money I raise will directly go.
Who knows the horrible thoughts you must face in the wee small hours when you know that you're dying. Looking after someone who's scared and in pain doesn't make you feel like Mother Teresa. It just makes you feel exhausted and helpless.
Marie Curie gave my mum back her dignity, her bravery and her humour. They gave me back my mum...and some badly needed sleep. The relationship I had with ma in that last year could have been so very different without their help.
It's a place where people die, but it's not a scary place at all.My children used to love going there to visit Nana. It's full of giggles, endless cups of tea and cheer. What makes it so humbling is their immense care and compassion.
When mum died at Eden Hall the staff knew and helped me through that very unique journey I had to take. They let me stay with her for hours. I could have stayed all day if I wanted to, and then they hugged me and took me through all the practical things I had to do. Things I had no idea about, and they made it seem do-able.
My ma was a remarkable lady who deserved somewhere remarkable to die. Remarkably she got it. My last memory of ma is of a smiling, happy lady and that's because of Eden Hall......and that's why I'm going to poo in a hole in the ground.
But I need your help...not with the, oh you know what I mean...I'm completely useless at asking for money, anything. I can't even ask for a Boots Advantage Card and I've got to raise £1,600 by July! Please, please be lovely and help me raise it....and wish me luck. Christ knows I'm going to need it.
If you can donate anything please donate here or contact me at littleme39@hotmail.com
Thank You!