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Cancer is shite. Been to a family friend's funeral today. Last year a friend's mother died of cancer; A couple of years ago my biological father died of cancer; A couple of years before that my Aunt; Couple of years before that one of my best friends became a survivor (still going strong); A couple of years before that my granddad succumbed; When I was a kid, a school friend. Cancer is shite. Terminal illness is shite.
I haven't told anyone that I was doing this TRIB3 challenge until now as I genuinely didn't know if my body would stand up to it. The challenge is to complete 28 TRIB3 classes in 28 days to raise money for St. Luke's Hospice, who care for terminally ill patients. One class of TRIB3 is tough, it takes your body to the brink of its physical limits, but I'm now three quarters through the challenge with just one week to go, so I've plucked up the courage to ask if you'll help me raise more money.
The minimum I had to raise was £100 and I cowardly paid that at the start of February to avoid any embarrassment of pulling out of the challenge. But my knees, feet and immune system are just about holding up so I'm now with cap in hand to ask for any support to a) help St. Luke's raise as much as possible and help them support people and their families in need, and b) help see me through the last week of this ridiculously difficult physical challenge.
Thanks in advance for your support.