THANKYOU for helping us raise over $5000 last year for this cause

We will once again be walking as a team to fundraise for Pancreatic Cancer Action Network in memory of my mum.

We would love you to support us if you feel led and also walk with us if you would like.

We would LOVE to have a big team supporting us.

In Memory of my mum: Bev Wadhams April 22nd 1952 - Oct 12th 2015​

Bev was diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer after a summer of just not feeling great, trips in and out to the Doctor for stomach related issues and supposed bladder, liver, kidney infections. She deteriorated very fast and finally took a turn for the worse which took her to hospital. Finally tests and investigations revealed something more sinister. Something none of us had ever imagined. CT Scans and a Biopsy revealed Pancreatic cancer was the cause of her summer of sickness. From June 2015 - Sept 2015 she was just constantly struggling with health issues. Pain was at a level that was unbearable for her and a trip to the hospital to get the biopsy results was a date I will never forget.

Biopsy confirmed Pancreatic Cancer, on asking How Long? we were told she had approx. 2 weeks. She was admitted to hospice that day to help manage her pain and discomfort. That week was a week of rest, discussions and spending precious time. Taking photos and allowing friends and fmaily to visit. By Thursday of that week, she had faded into a world that I can only imagine. She barely spoke but to communicate a need, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep and I know all she wanted to do was just go home. We made plans to transport her home on Oct 13th. We told her on the evening of Oct 12th that we had planned everything for her to be able to come home and be where she had desperately wanted to be. It was possible she wouldn't make it even through the ambulance ride but we had to try It was her dream.

She was so happy that she was going to get to come home, she had all her kids in the same country, and knew we would celebrate dads birthday in style with her home.

That night she breathed her last breath, just 1 day shy of the estimated 2 weeks we had been told she had left. At 63 years of age, so vibrant, full of life, a caregiver extraordinaire, a lady who loved life to the full and had such a heart of compassion.

It is still hard to believe that this even happened. We still miss her every day and we are all in agreement that no one should have to go through what she or we went through during that short time. We have heard so many similar stories and it is time to find tests to detect it, find a cure and ensure others do not have to endure what we went through.