My Story
I was 10 years old when I first heard Dad cry. Great heaving sobs that echoed up the corridor. It was Christmas 1989 and Dad had just taken a phone call that would alter the shape of our lives. The yellowing of his fathers skin - the symptom which would finally force him to the GP - a diagnosis of an incurable cancer in the pancreas, we would loose him six months later. I stood in that same corridor some thirty years later and took a phone call on Christmas Eve, Mum too terrified to answer any hospital calls. “Can your Mum make sure she has someone with her when the gynaecologist goes through her results?”. Endometrial cancer, the size of a watermelon we would later discover, lockdown having delayed her seeking attention. This was my first and my latest experience of cancer but my lifetime, as I’m sure yours, has been peppered with those I love dealing with, being affected by and loosing their lives to cancer. With this in mind, I have decided that this June, I will be walking 100 miles throughout the month to help beat cancer 💪🏻 1 in 2 of us will get cancer in our lifetime and many, many more of us will in some way be affected by it. We can all play our part to support the research that will beat it. I would love for you to help fund life-saving research by making a donation to my page. Thankyou so much x
