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Gareth Greenwood was born on November 1, 1975. The story of his life came to an abrupt end long before it should have done. Part of the huge sadness and emptiness felt by his friends and family is for the loss of the many years when Gareth should have been having fun, achieving successes, enjoying new experiences and challenges and living his dreams.
Gareth lived for just 33 years. The agony felt by his family is matched only by the shock of losing him to malignant melanoma so quickly. It seemed as if one minute he was here, strong and determined and the next he was gone. Losing him is still raw even now but getting involved in fund raising for research in to malignant melanoma has helped us to look forward.
Gareth was born on November 1st 1975 just 10 minutes after his twin brother Philip. From the word go he was full of energy. He seemed to have burst in on life and was determined to make the most of it. He loved school and did very well in all subjects, finally achieving 9 GCSEs. He did well in sport, playing golf and football and was an excellent gymnast. He was also a strong swimmer and loved any water sports. He seemed to be fearless and tireless.
After school he worked for British Car Auctions and after being there 7 years went in to the family business, Lockwood & Greenwood Ltd Audenshaw. He developed a passion for fishing and also for travelling. Combining the two with fishing expeditions to Thailand was just his most perfect trip.
He had many friends and we will be forever grateful for their support and bravery when he was so unwell. They were amazing.
Gareth was not a sun worshipper and although he loved hot countries, he would always wear sun screen and cover up. He had never been on a sun bed. Indeed, he had from being 11, developed a reaction to the sun which meant he always had to wear a very high factor sun block.
In 2007 however, a mole on his back turned ugly and had obviously changed shape and texture. He mentioned it but for months ignored all advice to go to the GP. When in August 2007 he eventually went, he was immediately referred to Tameside Hospital where they removed it and the passed him on to Christies. They cleared a bigger area around the site and seemed confident that they had removed all the cancer.
Then in October 2008 Gareth developed a lump under his arm. He didn't mention it but insisted that he and his brother went on another fishing trip to Thailand. They caught some huge fish. On his return he went back to Tameside and was immediately referred to Christies again. Within a couple of days he was undergoing surgery. When the wound had healed we returned to see the surgeon who explained that they had removed a huge slab of nodules and there was certainly no more that could be cut away, it was now up to the medical team. He was put in the care of Dr Lorigan's team. All that day he was given scans and tests and we returned on December 17th for the results. That meeting with Jackie Hodgetts will haunt me forever. She had the miserable task of tellng us that Gareth could not be cured. He was so strong and healthy with a good metabolism, that the cancer had spread very aggressively. It was now in his liver and his lungs. He was in dreadful pain but all they could do was administer palliative care. The letter to the GP, which Gareth never saw, told us he only had weeks to live.
He thought he had 12 months and he was determined to make the most of every moment. He had one dose of palliative chemotherapy on December 22nd but was never fit enough to attend Christie's again. Yet still he was walking and trying to spend time with his friends. Christmas Day was so hard but he did manage to celebrate and sent us all cards. On Saturday he even walked around Dove Stone reservoir with his friend Rachael and his little dog Arthur. Arthur was a rescue dog that Gareth had taken in. He was in really bad shape and Gareth called him Arthur because he was only 'half a dog!' He was in a lot of pain and on a high dosage of morphine but he had managed the two and a half miles on a chilly December day. He was determined to get well and tried to eat and exercise and keep his energy levels up. By Monday however the pain was unbearable and he had to go into Willow Wood Hospice. He was never to come out of there. Just six days later he lost his battle and we had lost him forever.
It is an unbearable loss and if by raising awarenes or contributing money for research we can stop one more young person dying in this way then that at least will help a little.We are indebted to the staff at Christies and Dr Parry from Tameside as well as Gareth's GP's Dr Kokiet and Dr Murray. All of them acted with speed and professionism to try to ward off this terrible illness.
We are determined that Gareth will never be forgotten and we are proud to raise money in his name. Gareth's father Gordon and his partner Eileen, Gareth's brother Philp and Chris and I have had wonderful support from friends and family. Without them we would not have gor this far. Gareth showed such determination and courage and he has inspired us all to make a real difference in the treatment of malignant melanoma in his name. It will be a fitting tribute to a young man who you could never ignore when he was alive and will never ever be forgotten now he is no longer with us.
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Thinking of Gareth with fondest affection, especially at this time of year. Glyn and I went walking at Dovestones on Thursday - it was cold but there was a beautiful blue sky and the sun was shining. We thought of him when passing by the area where his tree is. Have 3 friends being treated at Christies at the moment, so have forwarded a small donation in memory of Gareth.
Joan and Glyn Edwards,
parents of his friend, Jon.
Miss you especially at Christmas time Pal.Mum Chris Philip & Arthur.
Well done. We`ll be sending our £1`s.
Go fly! Well done,will be there to watch.
Another generous donation from the Plume of Feathers, Scorrior, Redruth, Cornwall.
Hi Jenny, sorry we couldn't make it the other night but it was my dads birthday and we'd already booked a meal in town. £10 of this is from my mum. Congratulations on the GWC, it takes some courage and energy. Cheers, Jonny
Gwood, 2 good memories of you both on our lads holiday to Thailand. The 1st was the flight out where you attemted to drink all the Bud on the Etihad flight and kept nudging me to ask for beers for you. After a while the hostesses just passed them straight to you even if it was my order, don't know how you walked down the steps but it was impressive. The 2nd was the day in Bangkok where we decided to walk back to our hotel instead of getting the monorail with the boys. I think it took us something like 3.5 hours to cover what should have been about a 2 mile walk. Needless to say we saw more of the city than was intended and knew we were lost but we just appreciated being somewhere away from the mundane and as usual ther was a mix of talking rubbish and banging the world to rights. Genuinely miss you mate.
Hello mate, Gutted, I don't have anyone to make stupid horse noises at anymore, though I will always make sure Jonny gets a beating when I see him and i'll get a few slaps in on your behalf. Miss you loads,
Scouser
Well done Jenny. You've done Gareth proud. Best wishes, Sharon
Very best wishes from Judith & Colin
Thinking of you and missing you especially today on your birthday Pal. Mags and I did our trek along the Great Wall of China and I was proud to tell the other people on the trip what a special boy you were. Love you so much. Mum.
'May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back'
Go girls go! Gareth made such a positive impact on all those who knew him and know of him. Remembered forever.
Best of luck. If the work that we are all doing leads to some answers then it is all worthwhile.
Jennie and Mags "good on 'yer gals". With Gareth watching over you both it will be a doddle. Jennie, your bravery is inspirational and we love you lots. John and Kath x
Thinking of you and your buddy and sending you our love.
Miss you so much mate. Will never forget the fun we had in Koh Samui.
''The boy saw that the old man was breathing and then he saw the old man's hands and he started to cry. He went out very quietly to bring some coffee and all the way down the road he was crying.
Many fishermen were around the skiff looking at what was lashed beside it and one was in the water, his trousers rolled up, measuring the skeleton with a length of line.
'How is he?' one of the fishermen shouted.
'Sleeping' the boy called. He did not care that they saw him crying. 'Let no one disturb him'
'He was 18 feet from nose to tail, 'the fisherman who was measuring him called.
'I beleive it,' the boy said.
From the 'Old Man and The Sea' by Ernest Hemingway - for Gareth - ever present although absent....wish I had known you. Julie
Dear Gareth,
If it hadn't been for you we would never have visited a beautiful little place in Cornwall. You know the one we mean - Pleasans in Gwithian! We can understand how much you must have enjoyed it there, the long sandy beach, the many sandhills (we actually got lost!) the miles of beautiful walks and of course the amazing surfing!
We never met Gareth,(we wish we had) but feel we know you from all the things we have heard. So much good has come from all the sadness of losing you. Our visit to Cornwall is just one of them. Thank you Gareth for taking us to a "Magical Place in a Little Corner of Paradise" you are often in our thoughts and prayers.
With love from, Margaret & John
Hi Gareth! It's Arthur your little dog. I know you might think this is a bit cheesy but you were my best pal and I owe everything I am to you so I had to put my bit on your page. Remember when Rosie asked you to take me on. All everyone else saw was a drowned rat of a dog with no future. I was skinny and couldn't straighten my back. My tail was like a piece of string and I was pratically bald. I am going to put a picture of how I looked then in your photo gallery. Remember what your mum said when she saw me 'That dog should be put down Gareth.' Then when she was praising me and saying how well I looked you said' You condemned this dog mother!' You looked beyond all that forlorness and sickness. You didn't see a bashed up dog...you saw me! I love the name you gave me, 'Arthur' because I was only 'half a dog'! You loved me and you believed in me. You would pretend to be tough but you'd let me sit on the front seat of your new car with the heated seat on! I was so thin, I was always cold so you bought me a woolly jumper. You were great. I was frightened of everything and everybody, only because everyone before you had treated me so badly. Remember when I ran away when your mum was looking after me. She was out of her mind. I don't know where I was going to. I thought I would find you. Thankfully Chris spotted me and took me back home and it was great because you were there too. I know I worried you all and I didn't run away again. I always try to be like you wanted me to be. I make people and dogs think I am tough but I'm a big softy really. I guard your Mum fiercely. She thinks the world of me and sometimes when I'm running through the fields she shouts 'Come on Gareth's dog'. Every week she takes me to your tree often with Chris or Philip. Philip comes and stays most week ends and I like that. He plays with me like you used to. I'll never forget you Gareth. I'll always be your dog. I know you can see me...and hear me! I hope you are as proud of me as I am to be your dog. Love Arthur