Meloche Melanoma Fundraiser
Hello, I know that this is going to be long so strap in.
I would like so start by saying that everyone has a story. Whether it be a good story or bad story there is a story behind you and what has made you into the person you are today. My story has a hiccup in it. A ripple that has effected me and who I am today in so many different ways.
Just after my 16th birthday I found out that my dad had cancer. At the time I didn’t think it was that bad, I thought he’d be cured in a month or two or that they’d just remove a mass and he would be fine. The real story was a lot different. My dad was diagnosed with a rare form of skin cancer which rather than presenting on the skin where it could have been caught early, it presented on his organs. Who knows how long he was truly sick before it was caught. 8 months went by and he grew sicker and sicker by the day. The tumour in his stomach continued to grow and as time passed it eventually made it impossible for him to eat or consume anything. I watched each day as my once very strong, lively, and high spirited father faded away to almost nothing. The day my mom told me that he was going to die was the worst day on my life. For those of you who do not know Canada has a system know as M.A.I.D (medically assisted in dying) which is a program that my dad was a part of. The man who had pushed me and motivated me to be the best I could be was going to be gone from my life forever and I didn’t want to accept that. I remember all the years at the pool with my dad in the stands. He would cheer me on when I did well and i’d often catch him laughing if I wiped out, which in turn would make me laugh. I remember the years of goofing around and nature walks. The years of long road trips and screaming at the TV when ever Boston was on the ice. I remember the years of happiness and joy that he brought into my life every single day. The fact that I will never be able to get a hug from him again or hear him say “I love you” breaks my heart more and more each day that he is not here. I wake up every morning and expect to see his face and every day I wake up to the realization that I will never get to see him again. He passed away on March 18th of 2019. I can’t bring my dad back to life but I can help prevent another young girl from losing her rock. All of the money raised will be donated to the CANADIAN MELANOMA FOUNDATION. I don’t know how to explain what it’s like to lose such an influential person in your life at such a young age. My dad would have done everything and anything for me, so now in his memory I am going to try to do everything and anything I can to help other families who are going through the same thing. Life it too short to not help those in need. Think about it this way, if you were the one who was sick... wouldn’t you want people to help you? ❤️
I would like so start by saying that everyone has a story. Whether it be a good story or bad story there is a story behind you and what has made you into the person you are today. My story has a hiccup in it. A ripple that has effected me and who I am today in so many different ways.
Just after my 16th birthday I found out that my dad had cancer. At the time I didn’t think it was that bad, I thought he’d be cured in a month or two or that they’d just remove a mass and he would be fine. The real story was a lot different. My dad was diagnosed with a rare form of skin cancer which rather than presenting on the skin where it could have been caught early, it presented on his organs. Who knows how long he was truly sick before it was caught. 8 months went by and he grew sicker and sicker by the day. The tumour in his stomach continued to grow and as time passed it eventually made it impossible for him to eat or consume anything. I watched each day as my once very strong, lively, and high spirited father faded away to almost nothing. The day my mom told me that he was going to die was the worst day on my life. For those of you who do not know Canada has a system know as M.A.I.D (medically assisted in dying) which is a program that my dad was a part of. The man who had pushed me and motivated me to be the best I could be was going to be gone from my life forever and I didn’t want to accept that. I remember all the years at the pool with my dad in the stands. He would cheer me on when I did well and i’d often catch him laughing if I wiped out, which in turn would make me laugh. I remember the years of goofing around and nature walks. The years of long road trips and screaming at the TV when ever Boston was on the ice. I remember the years of happiness and joy that he brought into my life every single day. The fact that I will never be able to get a hug from him again or hear him say “I love you” breaks my heart more and more each day that he is not here. I wake up every morning and expect to see his face and every day I wake up to the realization that I will never get to see him again. He passed away on March 18th of 2019. I can’t bring my dad back to life but I can help prevent another young girl from losing her rock. All of the money raised will be donated to the CANADIAN MELANOMA FOUNDATION. I don’t know how to explain what it’s like to lose such an influential person in your life at such a young age. My dad would have done everything and anything for me, so now in his memory I am going to try to do everything and anything I can to help other families who are going through the same thing. Life it too short to not help those in need. Think about it this way, if you were the one who was sick... wouldn’t you want people to help you? ❤️
Organizer
Abbey Meloche
Organizer
Thunder Bay, ON
CANADIAN MELANOMA FOUNDATION
Beneficiary