It’s funny, I entered the Great North Run as a personal challenge. I feel like I’ve been catapulted into my 40’s with an extra couple of stone and I needed some motivation to shift it! I didn’t even think about running for a charity.
This morning I found out I haven’t been successful with my application for the Great North Run but I could Register with a charity. This same morning after watching Lorraine on TV and a segment about Breast Cancer I find a lump in my breast and I’ve been consumed with fear ever since.
It’s a stark reminder of the scare we went through a few years ago with my husband but all of this fails in significance to those who have been through it and lost their fight, including watching my Father in Law fight and eventually lose his battle.
This is an awful disease that robs our whole society of so much, most of us live in hope we are the statistic that does not get cancer. We check ourselves and breathe a sigh of relief when we find nothing, we wait for the letter through the post to tell us our smear test is clear. we take probiotics, we eat green veg and we slap on the sunscreen!
So today as I sit here waiting to go to the doctor to have my fears squashed I am not going to just live in hope it’s not me, I’m going to run to help find a cure so that my children, grandchildren and more thereafter can hopefully live in peace because a cure has been found and they don’t need to hope cancer misses them!!
I’m normally a very private person but regardless of my journey and outcome I promise to share my journey with you all and run my not so little butt off.
It won’t be pretty I can tell you that, I’m
an ugly runner who moans a lot! If you can spare a pound or two please donate and help fight cancer