In Loving Memory Of

Adrian Young

30/07/1961 - 19/03/2025

Flat out 'til the end

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This September, I'm walking 75km for the 75 Australians who die from pancreatic cancer each week, but especially for my Dad who was taken far too soon by this awful disease.

Pancreatic cancer is now the 3rd biggest cancer killer in Australia, and because early-stage pancreatic cancer rarely causes symptoms, the survival rates are devastating. Dad was diagnosed far too late, and lived less than 5 months from that diagnosis.

If you are diagnosed with pancreatic cancer tomorrow, there is only a 13% chance you'll be alive in 5 years.

But research can change this. Your support will fund ground-breaking pancreatic cancer research and improve survival rates.

So this September, I'm challenging myself to get up, get moving and walk 75km to fight this terrible disease.

Please make a donation to support me or my mum Cathy Young, and together...

We will remember them. We will honour them. We will fight for them.

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My Memory Wall for my dad, Adrian Young

My Tribute Post

I’m taking part in Remember September to honour the memory of my dad and his short but fierce fight with pancreatic cancer. I remember September 2024 as the last month my dad was well. In hindsight he was starting to get full a bit earlier in a meal than usual, preferring gin over a pint of a beer, needing to increase his reflux medication, but overall full of energy, going out for dinner and footy games interstate, working full time as a self-employed builder - and pancreatic cancer wasn’t on anyone’s radar. He was suddenly diagnosed with stage 4 disease in October, and put up an incredible fight. He was rushed into a gastric bypass, then chemotherapy and immunotherapy, while still working as a builder until January, when everything we threw at this cancer failed to have much effect. He worked so hard to remain strong and brave for his family and friends, while this disease gradually took away the food, drinks and activities that brought him the most enjoyment. But that strength, bravery and love for us is who he really was at his core. His final act of bravery was flying to Melbourne for the Grand Prix in March, when anyone else would have said they were too unwell and stayed home. He deteriorated significantly at the race on the Sunday, and our lives changed very quickly from that point on. He survived on pure determination, left the race in a golf buggy, trekked across the overpass to St Kilda road, watched the race on TV at my little brother’s house, followed by a footy game, made it through the night in a hotel, flew back to Hobart on the scariest flight of our lives, and passed away in the house he built with the love of his life (my Mum) and us kids around him. I’m not sure when the permanency of this loss will ever feel real, but I hope we can make a real impact for the future of this disease, it’s early detection and successful treatment.