This is going to be a very short post this week. I’m just out the door to go cheer Tom on as he swims, cycles and runs to raise money for Heroes for Harrison.
The group was set up to help our great-nephew, who had surgery in March to remove a malignant brain tumour and is currently undergoing chemo. He was only 15 months old when diagnosed, which is why the treatment is taking so long. There’s only so much such a little person can take at any one time.
On the bright side, he’s doing brilliantly and will probably never remember this period of his life. The same can’t be said for the rest of his family.
And so, being too far away to be able to help in any practical way, we’re doing the next best thing, putting in a lot of effort and raising a bit of money. When I say ‘we’, I actually mean Tom, but that’s a mere detail.
Yes, he (a 64 year old, fat, bald man with one eye and a leg brace) is going to conquer the Dorney Lake Triathlon.
Dorney Lake, for those of you who watched the Olympics, was the venue for all the rowing events. But those displays of athletic prowess, determination and sheer courage will pale into insignificance later today as Tom swims a mile, cycles 20 and runs (ok, jogs, as fast as a man in a leg brace can go…I’m bringing a book, and perhaps something for dinner) five.
It won’t be pretty. But it will be from the heart.
I’m just hoping that I can cheer for the required amount of time. And, that we aren’t raising money this time next year to thank the people who fished him out of the lake. Apparently he should have been practicing in that wetsuit…oh well, too late now.
Wish ‘us’ luck!
Not Leo Tolstoy (aka Eileen Riley)