My Story
My Nonna Mena was the rock of our family. She raised me, spoiled me, and made sure I never left the house without at least three layers of clothing and a full stomach. She passed away from ovarian cancer when I was 12, and not a day goes by that I don’t miss her. If she were here, she’d probably tell me running a marathon is ridiculous (“Menucha, 42 km? Ma perché? Eat something instead!”). But since she can’t talk me out of it, I’m running the Ibiza Marathon in her honor—to raise money for cancer research, specifically for future research into alternative cancer cures. Cancer took my Nonna too soon. If we can fund better treatments, maybe one day, no one will have to lose their own Nonna Mena. So, if you want to support an amazing cause (or just want to see if I survive this), please donate! Every penny helps. Grazie mille—wish me luck!
