My Story
My Dad was 56 when he was diagnosed with a grade 4 brain tumour after experiencing headaches. It took a good fight to get him a scan and eventually when they did along with a biopsy that belongs in only nightmares, they found this growing in a place where they couldn’t operate and gave him a year with treatment. Dad then went through an aggressive course of combined radio and chemotherapy daily at Hull Hospital where he never complained once, despite him struggling to walk and it lasting over 6 weeks. In fact he was that adamant to walk i’d end up draping his arm over my shoulder and dragging him to the room, he’d always laugh at me swearing and losing my head 😂 I genuinely never heard dad complain, he took the mick out of it like he did everything, the only thing he’d kick off about is if we tried to get him to eat healthy or get checked over when he fell. After having just got engaged, me and Matt were advised to bring our wedding forward so dad could be there, which we did. Sadly dad passed away after 4 months. None of us saw it coming, it was the hardest most heart breaking thing that has ever happened to our family. Along with thinking of him and staring at his picture everyday, I happily do this run each year to remember him and raise money to prevent others going through the same. Any donations are welcome even if you just come along to the race and support everyone taking part as they all have their own painful story to run for. A huge thanks and make sure you shout me if you see me running 🙌 Steph xxxxxxx
