How Maggie's cares for the carer too: Roland's story

Thursday 01 October 2026

Maggie's, Cambridge


Man sits smiling on sofa at Maggie's, Cambridge

My husband Andrew was diagnosed with bowel cancer five years ago last May. His tumour was a squamous cell type, which meant his treatment plan was radiotherapy rather than radical surgery, and could only be done at Addenbrooke’s Hospital in Cambridge.


Andrew had daily radiotherapy for about six weeks, and I was determined that he remained in control as much as possible.

At the start, Andrew would drive himself and I came with him for support. We were just coming out of Covid, so I couldn’t go into the sessions with him.

Went in for a cup of tea, stayed for the support

A neighbour said to me, “Why don’t you go and find Maggie’s.” I’d never heard of Maggie’s before.

To be honest, at first, I went because I’d rather go somewhere warm and welcoming with a cup of tea and a biscuit than sit in my car in a busy multi-storey car park full of exhaust fumes!

We soon fell into a routine. I’d drop Andrew off, park and walk over to Maggie’s. During that time, I got to know everyone at Maggie’s, which was lovely.

It felt like I was walking into a family home.

The staff were able to explain things clearly, how Andrew might be feeling, and most importantly, that he might feel worse once treatment ended. They helped me understand all aspects of his treatment and gave me advice on how to support him. 

I felt supported and cared for, and that there was always someone there for me.

From good news to the worst news

Just before Christmas, we received a call from the hospital. Andrew had had a scan, and the oncologist wanted to share the news before the holidays rather than let us wait. The treatment had worked. It was wonderful news and we had such a lovely Christmas.

Three months later, Andrew had his first check-up. Things had been busy, we’d just moved and downsized, and he’d developed a cough. He also had Covid, so everything felt a little blurred.

Andrew was coughing during the appointment, and the consultant insisted that he have an X-ray. The next day, we heard the results weren’t clear enough and a CT scan was booked. That was when we received the devastating news that the cancer had spread to both his lungs and it was incurable.

Andrew was a bit more prepared than I was. I just didn’t see it coming.

The consultant was brilliant. She was very informative and told us everything that we needed to know. We left the consultation room and ended up in the corridor outside, just looking at each other in disbelief, and not knowing what to do. We made our way outside and sat on a bench.

Andrew was always thinking about me and said, “I need to go to the pharmacy, why don’t you go to Maggie’s and I’ll meet you there.” Whether or not he went to the pharmacy, I’d never know.

Psychological support for us both

When I got to Maggie’s, one of the cancer support specialists asked if I was alright. I said “Honestly, I don’t know”, and she went and got Lisa, who came straight through to me.

I must have been there for an hour and a half, crying and saying it wasn’t fair. I needed Maggie’s at that point. It helped me get a lot off my chest.

Andrew must have known I needed to go to Maggie’s; sometimes your partner can see things you can’t see yourself. He appeared later, waiting for me with a coffee.

I continued to visit Maggie’s, and Andrew would come too.

One of the things that helped him was knowing that I would be supported after he had gone.

I would see Aneesh, the clinical psychologist. He would sit and listen so patiently, even as I found myself saying the same thing again and again. Aneesh helped me so much, even before Andrew died, because I was feeling a lot of pre-emptive grief.

Knowing that Maggie’s was here for me was a great help for Andrew. He loved coming to the centre. He was a regular at the lung cancer support group and would move heaven and earth to get there.

Even towards his last few weeks, he still wanted to come. He would sit in the room, and had such a presence, this calm acceptance of what was happening to him, while I was saying “it’s not fair.”

Bereavement and advice for carers

I continued to visit Maggie’s after Andrew died and would see Lisa for bereavement support. She was amazing, as were the rest of the staff and volunteers.

There’s never any judgement, or feelings that you can’t be yourself and say what’s on your mind. They always make time for you even if they’re busy, and there’s always this lovely warm welcome.

Andrew received amazing support at Maggie’s, and I did too. I would say to anyone caring for a loved one with cancer to visit their nearest Maggie’s.

Being a carer can be one of life’s hardest journeys. You do it all out of love, and that’s what carries you. Yet, without realising, the caring can shift and change your relationship.

Someone once told me: “The carer needs to be cared for too.’’

How true is that.


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