Thursday 27 February 2014

The face of hope...

“Never lose the joy of living in the fear of dying” -  Maggie Keswick Jencks


I’m always looking for new things to write about here on my random wee blog, so when my friend Kathryn asked me to come along to a Dundee Face of Freedom 2014 meeting at the Maggie’s Centre on Tuesday night, I jumped at the chance.

Despite having no idea what the meeting was about, and having only 50 minutes to get the kids’ tea ready, thrust the nappy and PJs into my husband’s arms (not his I might add…) and get out the door, I was really looking forward to it.

I already knew a bit about the Dundee Face of Freedom competition; in a nutshell, Freedom Hairdressing runs an event every year to find Dundee’s newest ‘Face of Freedom’, whilst raising money for the Maggie’s Centre in Dundee.   You can read a wee bit more about the competition here - https://www.facebook.com/freedom.hairdressing?fref=ts



Some of the Face of Freedom models…

But as far as the Maggie’s Centre goes, I have to admit, I was pretty ignorant.  I knew that there were centres across Scotland, and I knew that it was some sort of ‘meeting place’ for cancer patients and their families.  But there, I’m ashamed to say, my knowledge ended.

I arrived (late, as usual) at the centre, nestled amongst the trees in the grounds of Ninewell’s Hospital, and was immediately taken aback by the beauty of the building.  Despite it being pitch black, and once I’d gotten over the fright of the silhouette of a large statue of a man in my car headlights (more about him later), I couldn’t help but notice the calmness of the place.

The wind was howling as I approached the stunning cottage-style building, but once inside, I felt like I’d really come in from the cold; and the warmth I felt was more than just the central heating…
Maggie’s Dundee

Designed by Frank Gehry and opened in 2003, the Maggie’s Centre Dundee provides ‘practical, emotional and social support for people with cancer and their family and friends’, and it is a remarkable building.  I tiptoed through to where I could hear voices.

A small group gathered around a large kitchen table, and the huge windows behind them framed what is, in my opinion, one of the best views in the world; the view over the River Tay (nothing to do with the fact that this was the same view I had from the window of the room in which I spent the first few hours with my beautiful daughter after she was born at Ninewells…).

I sat down quietly as everyone listened intently to Valerie Busher, Fundraising Manager at Maggie’s Dundee, talk about the centre, and about her own personal experiences with cancer.
 
Valerie Busher, Fundraising Manager, talks to some of Maggie’s Models… 

Now, perhaps it was the honesty and humility of her words; the wind howling outside; the overpowering but unassuming aura of the building; the fact that I’d just had the fright of my life at a huge statue appearing in front of me in the dark; the enormity of how important the centre is to so many people; or maybe it was that I too have my own personal, and still very raw experience of losing someone to cancer, but sitting there in the bright kitchen, I felt a sudden rush of emotion.  I wanted to cry.  I did cry.

I tried to take notes as Valerie talked calmly about how she lost her husband to cancer when her son was only 6 years old.  And about how she wished, for her husband’s sake, that there had been a place such as Maggie’s when he needed someone to talk to.  But for him, it was all too late.

I say I tried to take notes, because unfortunately my inky scrawls aren’t legible; I was too overcome with emotion to actually write sensibly.  But I’ll never forget her story.

I did manage to find out quite a lot about the centre though -
 
  • there are Maggie’s centres all across the UK, a new centre recently opened in Hong Kong, and a centre planned for Barcelona in the very near future;
  • Maggie’s Dundee has around 17,000 visits every year;
  • there are a host of cancer support specialists, psychologists, advisors and counsellors available for patients and their families and friends to talk to - https://www.maggiescentres.org/our-centres/maggies-dundee/meet-the-team/ ;
  • on average, each Maggie’s Centre needs approx. £450,000 per year to run;
  • they receive no money from the government, and couldn’t exist without community funding and donations.
I also discovered that my mystery man in the car-park was a statue by the very well-known artist, Antony Gormley (probably most famous for his ‘Angel of the North’).  A local family, whose daughter had spent time at Maggie’s Dundee, raised £75,000 and went to Gormley to ask him to create a statue for the centre.  Gormley was so moved by their story that he donated the statue for free, allowing the family to give the money to Maggie’s. 


We had a walk around the bright and airy rooms; the ‘living room’, with its comfy sofas, thick, warm rugs and beautiful art on the walls (there’s even a Grayson Perry in there!!!).
The cosy ‘Living Room’…


The library, full of leaflets, books and other information, which cancer patients and their families may need.  
The library…
 

The ‘quiet room’ upstairs, where an enormous, brightly-coloured tapestry fills the wall, and the fireplace adds to the feeling of warmth and homeliness.
The cosy, upstairs room…

There are also three private rooms downstairs for those who have perhaps received bad news, and need a little time with their thoughts and their loved ones.

As I wandered around the centre, I felt so many emotions.  My own sadness at losing someone close to me; warmth and heartfelt gratitude towards the amazing people who spend their time making sure others are comfortable; amazement at the amount of fundraising needed to make this place work; and that humbling feeling you get when you realise you’ve spent your day complaining about the tiniest of issues, and then you realise that nothing is more important than the gift of life.

There’s so much more I could write about Maggie’s Centre.

Like the Winston’s Wish memory boxes they help people to produce, for when there isn’t such a happy ending - http://www.winstonswish.org.uk/

Like the beauty nights they hold, where 10-12 women going through treatment are invited along to a ‘pampering’ session; beauty therapists and make-up artists give up their time, free of charge, to spend time with the women, giving them tips on how to ‘draw-on’ their eyebrows, and generally making them feel as ‘normal’ as possible.

Like the maze in the garden, the fundraising events, the support, the friendships… The list is endless. 

But unfortunately, so is their need for funds. 

With no government funding, the Centre’s rely solely on fundraising and donations.  This is where Dundee Face of Freedom 2014 comes in. 

This year’s Face of Freedom event takes place at the Gardyne Theatre on Sunday 16th March, raising money for the centre, as well as raising awareness of this fantastic resource. 


 
I can’t seem to get my visit to Maggie’s out of my head.  It seems to have drawn me in to its warm family and I want to give it as much support as it gives to so many people.

Valerie told us that at Maggie’s, they don’t pretend that everything will be ok.  They don’t pretend to have all the answers.  They just provide somewhere to feel ‘normal’ again.  

There’s nothing ‘normal’ about the Maggie’s Centre.  It is a truly extraordinary place.

 
“Never lose the joy of living in the fear of dying” - Maggie Keswick Jencks

 
 

Please help to raise awareness and money for this essential resource.

 
Thanks to Kathryn Rattray, Justina Smile and Pauline Brown for the use of their photos x
 

Tuesday 4 February 2014

Show us yer knits...

When my daughter was given a, ‘my first knitting’ set for Christmas 2012, my long-forgotten love of pins and yarn was rekindled.  I helped her with her ‘shawl’ (at least, I think that’s what it was…), and went straight to the wool shop.  I was hooked!

However, I soon realised why I gave up knitting.  I got bored...

I wanted to do something different, so I did some research and found a way to knit beautiful scarves without the needles. 

Without needles, I hear you cry? 

Indeed.  Without needles.  In fact, all I use are my arms…

 


My husband calls me a witch (amongst other things…) as he watches me wind up to three balls of wool around my arms and magically produce a scarf; he can’t understand what the hell I’m up to.  But for me the finished product is much funkier than any of my shop-bought scarves.  The only down side is that you can’t stop half way to go and make a cup of tea.  Once that bad boy’s on your arm, you have to finish it; no putting the scarf down to go to the toilet…

So I started ‘arm knitting’, and actually really enjoyed it.  It was very therapeutic, and I actually liked what I had at the end (unlike my attempt at the good old ‘decorate a mug with Sharpies’ trick…).

This was my first attempt…
 
 
 
A year later, and I’ve started my own wee business, Arm in Arm Knitwear and Accessories.
 
I do scarves...
 
 
...bags, brooches and corsages...
 





...and they all come in a hand-made, re-cycled newspaper bag. 

What more could you want?!



So if you want arm knitted scarves, up-cycled bags, corsages and accessories, you know where to go. 

It’s not going to make me a millionaire, but at least I'll have a warm neck…; )

Speak soon

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