FRIENDS and family of cancer patient Jayne Baguley are organising an evening at a Longridge pub to raise money for a break for the 48-year-old mum.

Jayne, who lives in Longridge, is being treated for cancer for the second time in 10 years.

Although she has been told there is no cure Jayne is determined to continue fighting the disease, and is looking forward to the evening at The Falcon Bearer.

Dozens of raffle prizes have been donated for Jayne's Paddy Day Fundraiser on Friday, March 20, which includes a DJ and disco, auction and a buffet provided by The Welcome.

The fundraiser is being organised by Kelly Podmore and Michaela Ward, who work at the pub, and Jayne’s friend Jane Williams.

The friends work at Leycester House Care Home in Mobberley, and Jayne has a partner, William Cowley, and 21-year-old daughter Kelly Marie.

“Jayne’s such a pleasant person, and always has a smile on her face,” said Kelly.

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Jayne with her daughter swimming with dolphins in Florida

“We are organising the evening at The Falcon Bearer as we thought it would be nice for her to have a break away to make some memories.

“We would like to thank everyone who has donated raffle prizes, as well as The Welcome for providing the buffet and the landlord Allan Taylor for his support.”

The evening runs from 8pm and includes a penny pile pushover by Jayne and Town Mayor councillor Andrew Malloy. Raffle tickets are available at the pub.

“I would like to thank everyone for their support and for organising this evening, especially my family, who have really helped me,” said Jayne.

“I am looking forward to the evening, although I’m sure I will have a cry.”

Jayne was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2009, and underwent breast reconstruction.

She had been in remission for almost a decade when the cancer returned after she began to suffer chest pains at the end of 2018.

She said: “They're doing a course of radiotherapy to see if that will help the other treatments shrink the tumour slightly.

"I haven't given up fighting, and will continue to do so until my body can't cope.”

Jayne tells her story below -

"My journey started in early February 2008 when I found a pea-sized lump in my left breast.

Straight away I made an appointment to go and see my doctor. My breast was examined, and it was agreed there was a suspicious lump.

A hospital appointment was made for me to attend to have a scan. The results came back and they informed me it was a cyst.

Everyone I had seen at the hospital that day had been telling me I was too young to have breast cancer, so I was so relieved to hear it was just a cyst and they weren't just trying to keep me calm.

I carried on with my everyday life after being told it was a cyst, but it was always in the back of my mind, and subconsciously I was constantly checking my breasts to make sure there were no changes.

Everything was fine, then one evening in March 2009 while having a bath I noticed my nipple had started to go inverted.

This set alarm bells off in my head. I made an appointment to see my doctor again.

I was sent straight away to the hospital to be examined and re-scanned, but this time they also sent me for a mammogram and biopsy.

Once the procedures were completed they confirmed they were 99 per cent sure it was breast cancer.

My biopsy was sent away for analysis. The results came back, and I was informed cancerous cells had been found, and they were also in my lymph nodes in my left armpit, and the tumour that had been found was eight centimetres.

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Jayne undergoing treatment

An appointment was made for March 13, 2009 for a mastectomy.

I remained in hospital for five days after my operation, and during the five days I experienced pain like never before.

Staff would constantly come and check all was healing well. Thankfully on the outside I was, but on the inside my world was shattered; my self-confidence had gone and that wasn't the end of it.

I was then discharged from hospital; next came the treatments, chemotherapy six cycles, one every three weeks, radiotherapy every day for 10 days, Herceptin every three weeks for 12 months.

All the treatments had a massive effect physically and mentally, but the worst of all of them was the chemotherapy.

With my confidence already low, my hair falling out was a massive worry. Bit by bit, clump by clump, it started to happen until there was none left.

I wasn't quitting, I was going to fight this, no matter how ill it made me. I carried on with all the treatments and finished them.

In 2011 I was given reconstruction for my breast, but due to the amount of weight I had lost because of the treatments they could only proceed with the reconstruction if they used the muscle from under my left shoulder, which was agreed and the reconstruction was done.

Again the pain was horrific; two drains were attached to me, which were draining fluid 24/7 - it was extremely painful and uncomfortable, but it would be worth it all.

Eventually the day came when I could return to work. After having so much time off I couldn't wait to try and get some normality back in my life.

Even though it wasn't over, and I had to go to regular appointments, I was trying to enjoy life.

On April 1 I attended an appointment where I received the news I had been longing for - there was no evidence of cancer and the treatments had worked and I was finally in remission.

Regular heart scans every three months would still be needed for a while, but life was great - I couldn't have been happier.

I carried on with my life trying to rebuild it again, along with my confidence, which was slowly re-building.

Then in December 2018 I started to experience chest pains. At first I didn't think anything of it, but as time went on and the pain got worse I was struggling to do day-to-day things.

I eventually went to the doctor. Due to my previous health the doctor sent me for a scan. The results came back as a pulled muscle and I was given painkillers.

I kept taking the tablets as instructed, but the pain was getting no better only worse, so I went back to the doctors.

I was sent for another scan, Christmas came and went, but the pain was worse than before.

It was getting harder to do things, and in the end I had no choice but to go on the sick from work.

Then one day I had missed a call, but they had left a voicemail on my phone. I listened to the message and was in shock.

It was the doctor who I had all my procedures with whilst I had cancer.

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Raffle tickets are available at the Falcon Bearer

Straight away I knew the results from my current scan wasn't good news and the cancer was back.

I called back, and an appointment was made for me to go and see her.

The day of the appointment arrived, and again I was back in the dreaded hospital waiting.

When speaking to the consultant she confirmed the cancer was back, only this time it is in my breastbone and had fractured the breastbone.

It was also in the lymph nodes around my lungs, which explained all the pain I had been in.

This time there would be no surgery, and it is incurable. I couldn't believe this was happening to me again - I had been in remission for nearly 10 years.

The hospital appointments started again, the treatments to prolong things same as before, chemotherapy six cycles, one every three weeks, radiotherapy every day for 10 days.

Only this time my body didn't react well, and I ended up in hospital and the dosage of chemotherapy was reduced slightly.

Again my hair started falling out and my confidence slowly disappeared.

I have now finished the chemotherapy, but I'm still undergoing Herceptin and Perjeta, and will continue these for the rest of my life.

Regular CT scans and heart scans are still ongoing, but unfortunately at my last scan I was informed the tumour in my breast bone has grown, so now they are doing a course of radiotherapy to see if that will help the other treatments shrink the tumour slightly to prolong life.

I haven't given up fighting, and will continue to do so until my body can't cope."