Two years ago I discovered I had Cancer. I was in my 40’s, did a job where I looked after people in my community. On top of this I was bringing up a daughter who was about to start her GCSE exams, married to a man who has kidney failure and was a foster carer. Cancer doesn’t care about any of that. It doesn’t care if you spend your life making a difference to other people. It doesn’t care if you have children or sick relatives. It doesn't care how old you are. That you have friends who also have cancer or had loved ones that died of it. It enters your life with no morals and takes no prisoners. Cancer is happening right now, it destroys lives and affects every single one of us, which is why my mum, my daughter, my childhood best friend + family & I are taking part in a Race for Life 5k to raise money and save lives.
1 in 2 people will be diagnosed with cancer in their lifetime! That’s a pretty harsh statistic, it could be you or more than one of your loved ones. Every single pound you donate makes a difference to Cancer Research UK’s groundbreaking work, so please please sponsor me as I do this.
We all have a personal journey we can recite about how it’s touched the people’s lives we care(d) about most. I’m not asking you to do the 5k, I’m happy to do that bit but Id really like you to put the money you were going to treat yourself to a coffee with this week into helping research how to beat this thing. Let’s see if we can make for better statistics for all of us.
I have some extremely personal photos which I thought I’d share with you. I don’t apologise for this. The journey is tough. Its taken me two years to finish my treatment. Let’s make it easier for others. Let’s kick it’s arse!!!! You never know which one of us is going to be next.