If you know me, you know why I choose this cause over all others.
We probably all know someone whose life is affected by cancer - one way or another.
For myself, 2019 will mark 10 years since I lost my first husband to this disease.
Some people are lucky enough to have taken part in screening programmes, or have visited the doctor when they felt something wasn't quite right.
Not so in this case.
For Dan there were no warnings, no symptoms, no treatment and no cure. He went from a perfectly healthy 32 year old man, to being dead within 6 weeks. His short stay in hospital was mostly spent in ICU. Did you ever watch an episode of 'House'? That's what it was like. The definitive diagnosis of cancer came only 36 hours before his death. His bone marrow was full of it - not leukaemia, but solid tumours preventing blood formation.
I watched him waste away before my eyes. My beautiful husband, the father of my children - vanishing in front of me.
His death certificate reads 'metastatic spinal malignancy, primary unknown'.
He left this earth on 28th November 2009.
Our daughter was only 5 weeks past her 2nd birthday.
I claimed the ripe old age of 27 on November 30th.
Our son was born on December 8th.
I have very little of him to show my children but we talk of him often and I tell them stories. My son never got the chance to meet his daddy, despite my efforts.
His ashes are scattered in Sicily, in beauty and sunshine.