My Story
In December 2017, as I was about to start my final year university exams, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. My families lives were so shaken. The abrupt nature of it all just seemed so...inexplicable. One day, we were fine, happy, healthy. The next day, everything had changed. Fast forward a year and 3 months, and she’s GLOWING. My mother grabbed cancer by the metaphorical testicles and completed bossed it all - the chemo, the hair loss, the loss of confidence, the fear of the unknown, the dark thoughts - with the utmost resilience and grace. There are no words for my pride to call her my mother. So, I want to make my mark. Albeit, humble and tiny, as I am still a skint graduate, but I ask of you a small donation for such an amazing cause. I challenge you to find one person who hasn’t been affected in some way or another by cancer - you won’t be able to. It’s real, it’s terrifying, it needs to go. I walk so much everyday as it is, that I knew this was a no brainer for me. Even if it’s just £1, please consider helping me in my lil fundraiser!
