My mum, Sue, died in 1987 - when I was fifteen - after a seven year battle with Cancer.  She was vital and beautiful, funny and stubborn, gentle and creative - and she was one of the bravest people I have ever known.  She fought the disease with everything she had but it took her in the end.

In 2016 I myself was diagnosed with Cancer; not once, but twice.  Two primaries six months apart.  A few days after my second surgery I was alone in the house one afternoon and found myself hysterical with terror.  I had a four year old son and I had seen how Cancer can ravage a mother.  I didn't want him to go through what I had been through and I was convinced that this was it.  There was no one there to hold me, so I rang Macmillan.

I was put through to the most amazing male nurse called Andy, who talked me down from a sheer cliff of pure panic.  He told me that, yes, people like me who had been diagnosed with two primaries in the space of six months could survive; that you don't see the success stories from people on the forums because they're getting on with their lives; that Cancer didn't have to be a death sentence.

In 2018, two years after my diagnosis, I did my first triathlon and I raised over £3,000 for Cancer Research. 

 2022 year is my 50th year and I want to raise money for Macmillan, for Andy, to say thank you for being there when everything looked so bleak.

One in two of us will get a diagnosis in a lifetime, but modern medicine has come so far and more and more people are surviving Cancer.  We have all been touched by it one way or another.  You yourself, or someone you love, might need Macmillan one day.  So please support them now, with me.

Thanks so much. x