Just had the email to tell me that my last donation went to Christie's in Manchester. That makes me very happy because my late Mother was treated there twice, initially for breast cancer, then latterly for the tiny bit that wasn't cut out or killed by the chemo, that nested in every part of her body, grew, and finally took her away 15 years later!
F*ck cancer! May my blood help prolong someone else's life for as long as possible!
Apologies for the language. Even now, at 50 years old, it makes me emotional thinking about it her, and cancer in general!