'I want to raise £1 million before i die'
23 June 2008 90p
Terminally Ill Lisa Connell isn't the type to sit around and complain...
'I hated the thought of having to wear glasses. I was 27 years old with a packed social life and a great job in property. It sounds vain, but glasses weren't part of the plan.
I'd been getting bouts of double vision and staggering around as if I was drunk. I ignored it all at first, but after I fell over in the street and smashed my front teeth I felt I needed an optician.
But as I tested different lenses in Specsavers, none of them seemed to help. The optician reckoned I could have a muscle problem but decided to send me to London's Moorfields Eye Hospital for an MRI scan.
I wasn't too worried. I'd recently split up with my partner and I assumed I was justed stressed. when I went back a week later for the results of the scan there was a mix-up. First, a doctor said it was a muscular problem, which came as a huge relief. 'But what about the scan?' I asked.
'Er, what scan?' came the reply. He hadn't even realised I'd had one!
He went back into the office and suddenly there was a lot of commotion. A senior doctor was called, and when they came back there looked very serious.
'We have some bad news, I’m afraid,' he said. 'You have a brain tumour.'
I became totally hysterical. One minute they'd said I was fine, now this. 'I'm going to die, I'm going to die,' was all I could think.
The doctor explained that the type of tumour I had was benign and small, but in time it would grow bigger and become malignant. Due to its position in my head, and its shape, it was inoperable. There wasn't anything they could do. I was told to come back in six months for a check-up.
I staggered home in disbelief. I told my parents and spent a few days in tears. when the shock had worn off I got a second opinion which, sadly,, confirmed what I already knew. The tumour couldn’t be removed. It was now a question of how fast it was going to grow.
My health was deteriorating. I often collapsed. I found it hard to walk, and got very depressed - there were moments when I thought about ending it all.
My friends didn’t know what to say and I felt some people were avoiding me. I also got really bad mood swings which didn’t make me easy to be around.
My turning point came when I talked to a friend of my dad’s. Tony had the same type of tumour as me, but was living a relatively normal life. He encouraged me to get fit and eat well, so I could manage my symptoms better.
My dad signed me up to a gym and I trained with a fitness instructor who helped me work on my balance. I had to retrain my brain to get my co-ordination back.
The results were amazing. In a few weeks I was back on my feet, feeling much better.
I’d had to give up my job, but I was keen to keep my mind stimulated. I looked into ways of raising money for brain tumour charities - Id been so shocked at the lack of support offered to patients like me.
I started a website, called rentadatecorcharity.com auctioning off dates with celebs. It's been a huge success. I managed to raise £12,000 in six months.
I still have plenty of bad days. When I’m stressed the tumour swells and I get terrible headaches. further tests show that its growing but slowly now. I’m currently looking at a new type of radiotherapy treatment called Gamma Knife, but it’s unlikely I’ll get it via the NHS.
Doctors can’t tell me how much time I have left.
It could be months or years, so I’m just trying to make each day count.'
DATING FOR CHARITY
Lisa’s celebrity dating website, rentadateforcharity.com has been extremely successful. Stars like model Sophie Anderton and Corrie’s Dev have volunteered to take part, and Lisa ultimately aims to raise £1 million for tumour victims. ‘It's great fun, but it takes up so much time and energy that I’m hiring staff to help me out,’ says brave Lisa, who doesn’t know how long she has left to live.


























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