My sister Rebecca Beacon was diagnosed with liver failure. She had been battling for three years. When the first liver transplant failed it was weeks before the second liver became available. You can imagine with all the ups and downs we had gone through, and thinking we were never going to see the second transplant, we were overjoyed with Rebecca having the chance to have the second. Finally, no more hospitals, no more pain – she can live her life again. However, within a short period of time, this liver started to fail too. Within a few weeks of having the transplant we were told that this liver was rotten and finished.
She was devastated. After all she had been through there was not going to be a light at the end of the tunnel. My sister was going through a massive life-changing situation, but she did not let it change her beautiful smile and constant joking around. Rebecca never showed her downside. To me that is the definition of a very strong woman.
When we found out Becky only had a few days to live, I was shocked. It did not sink in and it did not seem real. As soon as I saw Rebecca from her return after hearing this, I gave her a hug and right after she started cracking jokes. Even though she was going through a lot she always had a sense of humour.
Originally Becky did not want to go to John Taylor Hospice because she thought it was going to be like a hospital. As you can imagine she was not a fan of hospitals. Mum spoke to her and persuaded her to go and check it out. As soon as she stepped foot in the hospice, she loved it, and it was then hard to get her back out. The thing Becky loved the most at John Taylor’s was that they did not treat her like just a patient, they would take time and sit with her, talk to her, check up on her. She felt like she had a friend. Little things Becky wanted and liked the staff adjusted and were able to deliver personalised care. Nothing was ever a problem.
After Becky’s passing, at the young age of 31, the hospice continued to support the family. They supplied my niece and nephew (Becky’s children) with memory boxes and memory bears which, over a year on, they still go to bed with every night. I really wanted to give back to John Taylor Hospice for everything they did for my sister and everything they continue to do for the whole family. Nothing will ever be enough, but to be able to help with fundraising feels like I am able to keep Becky’s spirit and love for the hospice alive.
My girlfriend Sophie and I signed up for the Rudolph Run last year and managed to raise £400.
Following this I wanted to do more, so it was a blessing to get in touch with Sally in the Fundraising Team. She has been so helpful and friendly during the whole journey and supported my interest in doing more for the hospice. She made me feel like it is possible to be a part of the team. Knowing I can support the hospice makes me feel close to Becky as well as being able to say thank you to all at John Taylor.
Along with that, it’s important to me to help raise vital funds to help others that will need end of life care. I know last year was a struggle with so many events having to be cancelled, yet the hospice still did all they could and their services are so important to all that need them.
Thank you for reading my story.