Hi tumblr! This is baby!Jawdust, and my grandfather. Only I call my grandfather Farvey, because when my uncle was little he couldn’t say ‘Father’, only ‘FarvFarv’, and Farvey stuck for his grandchildren.
My Farvey is the coolest dude in the whole world. When my mum was little he worked on a garage, and caught alight, and everyone in the surrounding blocks of flats ran out to help him, to try to put him out, because he knew everyone, and was always trying to help people. He doesn’t like to go swimming (even though he learnt to swim in the Thames), because he’s worried his burns will frighten children, but I never even noticed them - they were just a part of him.
My Farvey helped teach me at home, and taught me all about the war, about Native American politics, about country music, and how to make a dog out of coathangers, newspapers, and flour. My Farvey always let me sit on the arm of his chair, and share his prawns, which he’d covered in pepper and vinegar - still, I think, the best way to eat them. My Farvey would let me put ribbons in his hair and paint his nails, even though he was a truck driver.
When I was little, I always thought cancer was an idea. A big, scary, yet somehow distant idea. The perception of cancer in society has taken on a life of its own, leaving us strangely desensitized. At the doctor’s, when my GP asked for a history of family illness, I always said none. Now I have to say that my Farvey had bowel cancer.
And he kicked its goddamn ass into next Sunday.
My Farvey can make a whole dog out of coathangers, newspapers, and flour - like hell was he going to be beaten by a mangy bunch of cells.
And despite his age, right after his surgery, the nurses had to stop him climbing out of bed for a cigarette.
My Farvey’s the coolest, and my biggest fear going to university was that, after living 400 miles away, I’d come home one day and he wouldn’t be there to call me sweetheart. And because of cancer research, I don’t have to be afraid of that - I know he’ll be there when I graduate, and that I’ll be able to spend the time with him he deserves, and relearn all the stories he used to tell me when I was little, because cancer research saved his life.
So please, if you think my Farvey’s a badass too, please sponsor me to run 5k. Cancer touches so many people’s lives, but we can fight it directly. WITH SCIENCE.