Today marks three years since my grand-niece lost her battle with brain cancer.
She was only 18 years old.
I never had the pleasure of meeting Tamarra, but I followed her on FaceBook and she was certainly loved and admired by her family and friends.
Tamarra was my brother John's granddaughter (lung cancer had taken him not quite three months earlier).
My heart goes out to Tanya, Tamarra's mother, who in the previous two and half years had been asked to cope with more pain than any one person should have to endure in such a short period of time. Her grandmother (my mother) had passed in January 2008. A month later, her mother died suddenly in February, 2008. Her father (my brother) succumbed to lung cancer on 27 August 2010, and then her only daughter was taken from her.
On a happier note, Tanya has since married the man who had come into her life a short time before Tamarra's illness was known. Congratulations, Tanya and Mike, on recently celebrating your first wedding anniversary!
A mother shouldn't have to bury her child. Cancer shouldn't take anyone, much less a child.
In the first year after Tamarra's departure, her mother honoured her passing by establishing the Tamarra Cherryholme Foundation, a not-for-profit registered charity that financially supports families for children/young adults living with cancer to receive holistic oncology treatments. For information about the Foundation and to find out how to make donations to help support this very worthwhile charity, visit http://tamarrashonour.com/.