My Story

We were huddled in the room with the consultant, with everything crossed, hoping, praying for something positive, when we heard the dreaded "C" word for the first time. Even though you try and prepare yourself for it, sort of expecting it, nothing can stop it; your heart stops, you get shivers down your spine; the hairs on your neck stand up and you go completely numb.... 

I'll never forget that day, in 2019, when we first heard Dad had cancer. 

Not our Dad. The healthiest and fittest one of all of us. The one that has never been ill. The one that never misses a minute of a working hour. The one that goes on long bike rides, doesn't eat chocolate or sweets. The one that holds us all together. The one that runs Marathons.

Yes; it happened. The "C" word happened.

So I'm running the marathon in loving memory of my Dad, the unstoppable, for so long, but who, unfortunately, at just 72, was finally stopped. Still fit, but just not so healthy.

Life will never be the same, because I miss him every minute of every day and have sooo much I haven't been able to tell him, having now not spoken to him for just 12 weeks (at the time of writing this).

Dad was such a big fan of the JLGB organisation. A trustee and a true supporter of everything JLGB. The skills and cultures JLGB taught him and so many thousands of others. He had life long friends through it, including his wife and raising money for JLGB was such big part of his life; having run many marathons, even in his 60's. It seems fitting to follow in his footsteps, as I have in my career, and I can only hope and aim to achieve and become even half of the person he was. 
 

So please, please, dig deep and give what you can !