The first time I was really aware of Daffodil Day in Ireland was a number of days after finding out my daughter had cancer. I bought my first daffodil from the very depressing shopping centre on Crumlin Road, shortly before having to change a tyre in the rain, then get back to the hospital where Ciara was going to have her main line catheter fitted for the Chemo. Not a good day. Three years later…she’s as fit as a fiddle.
Elliot Tucker
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That's brilliant to hear Elliot. She must be a wee legend!
Also fair play on keeping the 365 going
Thanks Colin. It's quite tough and some of the pics are a bit on the old rubbish side, but I'm still enjoying it. That being the point.
My son Jake was in Crumlin last week having his achilles heel cut because of a twisted foot. I feel bad for complaining about something so simple after seeing your post. Glad to see everything worked out well, can't have been easy for you and your family.
Imagine if the money used to bail out the banks was used for cancer research?!