Tracey’s story

June 23, 2017
Personal Stories

Written by Tracey’s mum, Robyn Cross.

When my daughter Tracey was diagnosed with multiple myeloma in 1998 at age 38, I had not heard of that type of cancer, but her father had died of a glioma, tumour of the brain, in 1976, and the name filled me with dread. Her stepfather and I lived in Marlee at this time and we often had visits from Tracey and her brother Glenn, and various other friends of theirs, sharing stories and enjoying lots of laughs.

We went to Sydney as often as possible and met the doctor who became a friend, Phil Rawlings at Prince of Wales and all the wonderful nurses there. Tracey took on the challenge which she faced with her usual no nonsense style, working her chemo and other treatments in with her work schedule and lost very little time at work. She would walk home after her treatment, as she lived in Randwick, and liked to be in her own bed.

Tracey worked for a law firm in the city, Clayton Utz, and was very loyal to all her friends there as they were to her. For her 40th birthday she had decided to go to Italy and worked her treatment around a longed for holiday with friends and to visit in-laws in England. To my lasting regret we did not go with her, but she had a wonderful time.

As time went on, it was decided that Tracey needed further treatment and had to transfer to St Vincent’s Hospital, Sydney, under the care of Dr. John Moore and all of the caring people and nurses there. She could still walk home from there too, even entering in the City2Surf with friends from Clayton Utz.

Once the transplants and treatments started at St. Vincent’s Hospital, I moved to Sydney, living at Randwick and taking Tracey to her home as often as possible.

As her health deteriorated, I really needed my husband Frank to be with us, so reluctantly, he sold the farm and we began to look to moving back to Sydney. To have a change of scenery, I would wheel Tracey through the hospital, having a coffee or lunch, or just sitting, chatting. There, many people came up and wished her well, one person thanking her for encouraging her to have a transplant and getting better, hoping the same for Tracey, but it was not to be.

My courageous daughter did not get better and she died at age 42 in February 2004 with family and friends at her bedside. One friend from Clayton Utz was there at the time and I remarked that there would be a lot of money spent on floral tributes and I felt a more lasting remembrance would be a better idea – and thus was born the Tracey Scone Wig Library.

Tracey now has two little nieces, Lily and Ella, who look at her photos and talk about her often, she would have loved them.

To all the wonderful people who have contributed over the years to this cause, I thank you all so much. It helps so many people and the generous donations this year from Tour de Cure to the wig library moved me to write this letter. It is exactly ten years since we lost this lovely young woman, and we, our family, are so proud that the Wig Library helps so many.

With thanks to all the contributors over the years.

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