2015 my life was turned upside down. The one person who brought me into this life was cruelly taken away. Mam had been poorly off and on for some time, blaming a bug, indigestion. But in march things became worse, mam was loosing weight, unable to eat much,feeling sickie, awful wind and as she thought indigestion. After visits to the doc where she was given omeprazol and anti sickness tablets, eventually she was given a scan. She had an appt with the consultant on thursday april 23rd but tuesday the 21st mam was so poorly dad took her to a&e and that is the night I got a call from my brother who met them at the hospital, that night changed our lives. The words on the phone ...cancer ....we knew she was poorly...but cancer... A junior doc in a&e gave her the scan results the consultant was to give her in a few days time. Cancer, secondary in the liver the primary was yet to be found. Friday april 24th we sat waiting for the doctors to come around they had phoned for us to be there. Having googled before hand I knew the worst and what we didn't want to hear were actually the words that came out. Pancreatic cancer. I cried, mam held me and told me hey you have a baby there cmon, I was 8 months pregnant, she was starring death in the face but still she was thinking about me because that's the kind of person she was. We got mam home and she did 2 rounds of chemo. Saturday may 9th things took a turn. Only 15days after diagnosis mam was taken back in. I was called and made it to hospital. The ambulance arrived and mam was chatting away with me but I knew it was bad. Her eyes were yellow and they couldn't get her temp up. They couldn't get a vein, mam's body and organs were shutting down  . This was when we were told there was nothing they could do. We moved from resus to a small private room, my dad, my brothers, mam's sister and her daughter and myself. She was with me when I took my first breath and I was with her when she took her last. My mother, my best friend, grandmother to my 5 children, one who was born 8 days after her funeral and didn't get to meet her loving grandmother. I have been so lucky to be given this opportunity to take part in this yrs London  marathon for pancreatic cancer action! We need more awareness and more  funding and courses for doctors about signs and symptoms of pancreatic cancer and an earlier diagnosis. Mam is missed so so much by everyone, having to tell my 4 children that following morning that their lovely grandmother was gone was the hardest thing ever. Help me help pancreatic cancer action in memory of my mam and for all the other families out there affected by this awful, cruel disease.