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Right, here’s the situation.
Jack, my 19 year old nephew, has just been diagnosed with leukaemia. It’s serious, it’s sh*t, and it’s going to be a tough fight.
But — if you know him, you’ll know he’s one of the strongest, most selfless and quietly strong people imaginable. And we fully expect him to come out the other side of this having absolutely smashed it.
This fundraiser is NOT for treatment. The NHS have that covered.
This is for 2 things:
Firstly,
Jack has had to take leave from University (he's a first year student at JMLU) but is still liable for the tuition fees he's already paid for the year to date and for his accommodation until we can move him out of it.
He has also had to stop working - we tried to see if he could do it remotely, but LFC were fairly adamant that their Stewards need to attend in person - so he'll suffer a loss of earnings as a result
Secondly - and this is the big one for me, this is to fund:
- Him pissing off to Bali for a few months
- Taking his mates on a completely irresponsible week-long session in Amsterdam
- Putting a deposit down on a house
- Or doing whatever the f*ck he wants, because he’s earned it
Basically — this is a “you beat cancer, now go enjoy your life properly” fund.
If you can chip in, amazing. If not, no pressure at all — just sharing it helps more than you know.
Let’s make sure that when he comes out the other side of this (which he will), he’s got something decent waiting for him.
Because honestly?
He f*cking deserves it.
Jack is blessed to have the best uncle in the world, but that alone isn't enough - so I have absolutely no shame in asking you to dig deep (if you can) to give him some hope and motivation to kick the living sh*t out of this illness.
In a bid to drum up some support, I've decided to set myself my own form of torture over the next 6 weeks, to ensure I'm suffering alongside Jack.
So every day for the next 6 weeks I've set myself a completely pointless, mildly infuriating rule:
- Monday: Left turns only (unless legally mandated) No right turns. I’ll get where I’m going........eventually.
- Tuesday: Sleep on an air mattress (ours is shit and slowly leaks air, it will not be nice).
- Wednesday: If I want to pay for something, I HAVE to let 3 people go ahead of me in the queue before I can pay. If there's not 3 people there, I have to wait until there is.
- Thursday: 1920 mode. No TV, no socials, hand-washing clothes like a Victorian. With the exception of work, I can only use basic phone functions, no other tech.
- Friday: Opposite day. Every decision I make has to be the wrong one. Fancy a nice hot white coffee? Nope - that's a cold black tea.
- Saturday: Hospital food day. If it’s not beige, it’s not happening. Every meal has to be followed up by a small pot of jelly.
- Sunday: Dress for the wrong season. Sweat or freeze — no in between.
Then repeat it. For 6 weeks.
Love, uncle Dave x