When I chose to spend my days with Vic, I never in my wildest nightmares thought at 32 she’d be fighting for her life against an aggressive form of GI cancer.

It’s funny, suddenly so much of life seems meaningless in this moment. I don’t want material things, I don’t care for money or work or sport. All I want is time. Time by Vic’s side to savour every moment.

There are no words to describe it. No lessons that can prepare you. The last month has been the worst of our lives.

I thought I knew some strong people & had seen the lengths of human endurance. But the fight Vic has shown in the last month has blown me away.

Through this time we’ve had the support of people far & wide, and the majority of our care has revolved around Bexley wing.

We’ve spent our time under the care of genuine angels, who don’t care who you are, who you know or where you come from. They don’t care what you’ve done, where you went to school or how you make your money.

All they care about, is that you’re ok. And that they can put a small smile on your face. They’ll move the mountain & bridge the valley.

They’ve held Vic’s hand, given her gifts, let her cry & brought her close.

Vic has always been that human. She’s always tried to help everyone, always at the expense of herself. She’s spent her life bringing happiness to those around her & absorbing an equal amount herself.

Now we want to give back to some of the people that have helped us. The love they pour into strangers every day, above & beyond the role they’re paid for, changes lives.

So help us, help them. 🫶🏽