This is to beat cancer.

In 2012 my oldest friend, John, was taken far too early by the scourge of cancer.

John was 10 days younger than me, we went to the same school. Always kept in touch despite a move to another country. He was as close as family to me and always there. 

I had the honour of reading at his wedding. 

I had the painful honour of reading at his funeral. Then I held his lovely wife Hilda, as we both cried uncontrollably over Johns grave.

Help me to make a difference.

Thanks