My Story
My dad lost his battle with cancer 17 years ago, he had non-hodgkins lymphoma, that was 5 days before my daughter was born, they never met. One of the hardest parts about his death is that I never asked to be induced or have a scan so I could at least tell my dad I was having a daughter, after having two sons. My biggest regret in life. My work colleague, Lizzie, has been through so much chemo this year, but keeps smiling, she is so strong. Other work colleagues are also battling, some have beaten it and others lost their battles. Along with many family members and friends. I have taken part in the race for life for several years now, probably 12yrs, starting at 5ks, 10ks, muddy race for life and even a half marathon, and covid is not going to stop me raising funds for a much needed cause and helping those who need treatment in the future. Its too late for my dad but I know he will be so proud of me for doing this. We won’t let 2020 stop us.
