My friend Matt is dying.

In fact, without you right now, he will die.

With you, he might just live.

I’m asking for 2 minutes of your time. I want to collect up all the 2 minute pieces, put them in my pocket, and go and give them to Matt.

Because you can do that, all of you, you can give Matt his life back. That’s how powerful you are. You can be part of something amazing. You can breathe life back into someone that so desperately needs it.

Today, you can save a life. That would be a good day.

Matt is 39 and has colorectal cancer. The big C. He had an emergency admission to A&E a few months ago, and came out with half a bowel. Emergency admissions tend to do that to you. If you come out, part of you gets left behind.

Half a bowel and full of cancer. Cancer in the liver, cancer in the lungs. Like the unwelcome guest that can’t take the hint, Cancer has made Matt its home. And the NHS are powerless. They’ve run out of options.

That’s the thing they don’t tell you about healthcare, they can only give you the cheap stuff. The blanket drugs that might do some good. The real options, the tailored stuff, they’re too expensive to administer.

And so you’re left to die.

But Matt’s stubborn, stubborn like red wine on clothes, and he took matters into his own hands. And that’s typical Matt. If you tell him no, he goes and figures it out by himself. And he did.

He flew to Germany to a private clinic. He had ground breaking Immunotherapy treatment coupled with a vaccine specific to his cancer. His tumours shrank 30%., giving him hope. The treatment cost £30,000, taking it away.

If you’re like me, or Matt, £30,000 is a tonne of money. And worse still, the remaining treatment costs £120,000.

We live in a world where the size of our bank balance can determine whether we live or die. Not our ethics, our morals, the lives we’ve impacted or the changes we’ve made, but the money we have.

It’s not fair. 39 and close to death is not fair. 39, close to death, with a cure you’re unable to grasp is a tragedy.

And we can’t lose Matt. You may not know him. But you’ll know someone who does through a friend of a friend of a friend. That’s how the world works.

He’s funny. I mean really funny. Piss your pants make your sides hurt funny. And he’s responsible for a scar on my nose through a squash match. And you see you must help save him, so I can gain my revenge!

And he’s easily pleased. A cup of tea and a pack of hobnob biscuits and he’s a happy man. He doesn’t like unnecessary expense. He’s entrepreneurial, with his own company. And most importantly, he’s a lovely human being.

And today you can save Matt.

I’m asking you to skip your Starbucks latte and double blueberry muffin and save Matt’s life instead.

I’m asking you to have one wine instead of two and save Matt’s life instead.

I’m asking you to skip on the cream for one day and save Matt’s life instead.

It’s like the parable of the starfish, all washed up on a beach. Thousands of them. An old man is walking on the beach and sees a kid in the distance, occasionally bending down to pick up an object and throw it into the sea. The old man asks what the kid is doing. “Throwing starfish into the ocean. When the sun gets high, they will die, unless I throw them back into the water.”

The old man replied, “But there must be tens of thousands of starfish on this beach. I’m afraid you won’t really be able to make much of a difference.”

The boy bent down, picked up yet another starfish and threw it as far as he could into the ocean. Then he turned, smiled and said, “It made a difference to that one!”

I’m asking you to be the boy in the parable and make a difference to this one. Because together, we can get Matt back into the ocean before the sun gets high. That’s 6 months. Together, we can give him years.

So I’ll make it easy. If you want to give, give £5. Like the 2 minute pieces, we can collect them all up and give them to Matt.

And if you can’t afford £5, give £1. And if you do, you’re still the boy throwing starfish back into the ocean.

And if you’re human, if you have connection with others, if you’ve ever lost anyone to this cruel disease, please share this post. Share it and share it and share it again.

I lost my grandfather, I lost my Aunty, I lost my Dad.

Help me save my friend.

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