My name is Chris Carberry and I’m 22. I’ve been battling a rare bone cancer for three years, and I want to make an appeal to you…
Please will you help save my life?
Let me take two minutes of your time to tell you my story.
In December 2015, my world came crashing down when my doctor explained that I had a rare bone cancer in my leg.
Aged 19, devastated, and desperate to carry on living life, I underwent grueling treatment to rid myself of the disease. Unfortunately, the treatments were unsuccessful, and I was left with a decision.
I could either let this frightening, terrible, disease take over my body, or I could have my leg amputated.
From a very young age, I have always played golf, so it was a devastating choice to make.
But determined to carry on fighting for my life – a life I love – I chose the amputation. During the course of the next 14 months, I underwent therapy to get on top of this horribly aggressive cancer.
Unfortunately, just several months after finishing treatment – and just when I was starting to see light at the end of the tunnel – I was handed another blow, when I was re-diagnosed in July 2017.
This time, the cancer had spread to my lungs. I took the only decision I had left, which was to have a third of my lung removed.
But just a few months later, I took another knock-back when the cancer returned for a third time, and this time with a vengeance.
As I went over my latest Christmas scan results time and time again, it occurred to me that I didn’t really know what my future might hold.
‘Will I even be here in a few months’ time?’ It was a worrying question and enough to make even the most laid-back individual think.
It became clear that the only chance of a long-term cure, and ultimately saving my life, was to undergo alternative treatments. Even though doctors agreed that this was the only option left, the £200,000 required to finish this treatment couldn’t be funded on the NHS. I would have to go abroad to receive the treatment.
But one question seemed completely different to the rest that were swimming around in my head. A question that would be – more or less – under my control.
Would I have those all-important funds in place?
This is where I need your help. For the past few weeks now, I’ve been travelling back and forth to India to undergo one of the treatments we’re fundraising for, and things are starting to look up.
My scans have shown that my cancer is stable, and doctors are hopeful that I can beat it – and get back on the golf course for good.
Thanks to the extremely kind donations from my friends, family and strangers, we’ve managed to raise a total of £107,000. But my journey isn’t over yet, and I need to reach my target of £200,000 to finish the treatment.
What I am asking you, is if you will donate the cost of a golf ball – just £3 – to help save my life?
I need 31,000 donations of £3, but a donation of any size would be hugely appreciated.
Me and my family cannot express how grateful we are for your support and generosity.
I look forward to seeing you out on the golf course soon!