Angela lives with her daughter Maisie, and our youngest sister, Julia and her daughter Gracie.  When they are not living at their house, they are eating, drinking, telephoning, sleeping, gardening and laughing at our parent’s house – Kath and Ken.

 

We are all extremely close and very supportive of one another.

 

Angela became the focus of our family’s life for the best part of a year, a year that was filled with despair but mainly with hope.   We became closer as a family if that were ever possible and shed many tears.  Some were through sadness, most were through laughter. 

We’ve spent three quarters of the year wishing time would hurry away. Wishing twelve months would pass because the end of the year would mean the end of Angela’s cancer and treatment.

 

A year has now past and Angela survived all that life has viciously dealt her.  She has more than survived it.   She accepted the adversity of breast cancer like a contender in a heavyweight boxing match.  She went to war, and in every round, brawled and battled her way to triumph, one step at a time.    Like every true champion, she has revelled in each new challenge and taunted fate with what we jokingly call her catch phrase,    ‘Bring it on!’