Sorry, just went off for me dinner, wasnt being enigmatic or anything
Well ok if you insist.
Some of you may know that my DD died from cancer 3 years ago. She spent about 70% of the two years she was ill in hospital. The main hospital we were in was in central London.
The hosptital was very well known for having a children's oncology unit. Children from all over London and the home counties came for their treatment there. Cancer charities would have certainly been aware of this.
At one awful point my DD was in for 6 weeks. She had had a terrible reaction to chemo and was on the brink for many weeks. Apart from the risk of losing her there was the dreadfulness of what was happening to her. The reaction she had was truly horrendous and she suffered a lot.
I always stayed with DD when she was in hospital but I did have to get out everyday at some point for food etc. During this time I was being accosted by chuggers almost every single day. They were collecting for a cancer charity ( I really dont know which one). They were on the same street as the hospital so they wouldve known it was there and probably chose the location on purpose.
They would approach me and say their 'Do you KNOW what its like when a child you love gets diagnosed with cancer?' 'Do you know how many children get diagnosed with cancer every day' 'Do you care about children with cancer?' and the one that finally finished me 'HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOUR CHILD WAS DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER? MISS (they always call you Miss so you feel flattered I suppose), MISS HOW DO YOU THINK YOU WOULD FEEL?'
So I fucking told him how I fucking felt and how he would fucking feel if he and his fucking clipboard came anywhere near me again and he better tell his fucking friend that a mad woman was on the loose so they better fucking watch out.
(excuse all the fucks but sometimes no other word will do).
What hurt me so much was the knowledge that this was happening to all the parents who stepped out of the hospital for 5 mins breathing space.
The above is not the only time this sort of thing has happened and it doesnt always end in the same way. A lot of the time I just walk away and sometimes I cry. Sometimes I tell them politely but am usually met with glazed looks or some glib reply (Oh so you DO know what its like).
Wankers.
Bet you wished you never asked now