We have a serial killer lurking around today’s society. It finds you, picks the right time to hit and, when you’re least expecting it, bam. It’s got you.
This is something that is feared, something so sickening that it does not deserve to see the light of day.
This week’s column isn’t about a masked figure with a six-inch blade or a gangster with a Tommy Gun at the ready.
It’s about something far more sinister than those terrible things - ‘The Big C’.
You always hope that it won’t come and find you, but, no matter what, the sad fact is that we cannot run from it. And, even if it does not hit you directly, it will affect you.
The small fact that it is becoming increasingly widespread throughout the country is terrifying. Why is it so common now? What has this generation done to deserve this?
It never properly affects you until it affects someone you know. It’s like a domino, something is kicked off and everything else has a knock-on effect. Someone finds out they have cancer, affecting not only their life, but the lives of the people around them.
My next door neighbours, a relative, my old form assistant.
Too many peoples lives have been destroyed, too many people have been left devastated by cancer.
I’m no doctor, I’m not passionate about medicine, I have no interest in the mechanics behind the human body, but I will do whatever I need to to help in the battle against cancer.
It’s affected me, my family and my friends too many times.
Why should people’s lives be ended by such a ruthless killer?
I can’t put into words the respect I have for survivors. The fight that they’ve put up is remarkable.
But, in the end, everyone is a fighter. Everyone sets out with their shield and swords, and everyone goes into battle. Although some may fall and some may survive, we’ve all fought.
I just pray that, some day, we no longer face opposition from cancer.