On 28th January 2014, as a 16 year old girl, I was sat at school having my lunch knowing that in the next few days my mum could pass. I was approached by my head of year who put his hand on my shoulder and said "it's time." We walked to reception and I waited for my dad to come and pick me up and take me to the hospice that my mum had been taken to 8 days prior.

It was raining, not a heavy rain, just a light spatter of rain but enough to completely soak you with the lifetime of waiting out in the rain. In reality, I was waiting five minutes at maximum but when you know "it's time" it feels like forever.

My dad arrived and I got into the car. I held it together, I didn't cry, I just waited to arrive at the hospice that I had spent the previous night in with my mum.

We arrive. I walk my usual route to get to her. There she laid. Loved ones around her and I walk in. My first thought was "thank God", which I felt so guilty for, but seeing her with the burden of Glioblastoma Multiforme, changing who she was, taking her out of her own reality and recognising no one, being able to do less and less for herself, it was no life. The sides of the beds had been lowered, so I decided to try and get as much of me in the bed with her as possible, she had already gone by now but I couldn't not have my last ever hug with her. The last time I would see her beautiful face, I wanted as much time as I could gather. But that was it. No more laughter, no more hugs, no more "I love you" that would ever be exchanged again.

Glioblastoma Multiforme took my Momma away from me before she had even passed. She struggled to recognise me and had to write a post it note, "your daughters name is Amelia", "today is Tuesday". She wanted to remember but this cancer took it from her. Diagnosed at 45, and taken 6 months later ages 46.

My family has not been the same since. There is a void. This cancer has no target in mind, it cares not for your age, your sex, your religion, who your family are, or what your future plans are. Glioblastoma Multiforme is one cancer which takes the lives of everyone it inhabits. And that is why I care so deeply about Brain Tumour Research. That is why I am running the Brighton Half Marathon in memory of my mum, and also my great uncle who we recently lost to this awful cancer.

Anything you can spare for this charity I will appreciate and everyone at the charity and on the receiving end will be too. Thank you.