Glioblastoma is rare. Or so they say. It is a brutal, relentless and currently incurable disease that slowly dismantles people, physically and mentally. 

My 17 year old daughter Ella has lost both her grandmothers and just this month her godfather to Glioblastoma. Three unrelated but really important people in her life. That does not feel rare to Ella. 

My mum was 74, still volunteering in her village as a Community First Responder and as a Samaritan. She easily had another 15 years ahead of her when Glioblastoma took her in a short 9 months. 

Dominic was 47, one of my best friends for 35 years and the kindest of men. 3 years ago he cycled the Duchenne Dash from London to Paris to support a local boy. Glioblastoma took him in April 2023 from his 13 and 15 year old children, from his wife, parents and friends. 

This remains the cruelest of diseases, and there is nothing we can do but watch the progression of symptoms and wonder why we cannot do  more. And this is why I am supporting the Brain Tumour Charity. They fund research of course, but until we find a solution, they also support families and patients through the darkest of times. 

Please consider contributing - I am running the London Half with four more of Dominic's friends - James, James, Tim and PJ - because we want to make this better.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart x