I only write about my life on this blog. I have no right to talk about other people, so I don't, except for Jim and the girls (and occasionally, with permission, my Mum). But today all of my words should be for someone else. Someone who is in all of my family's thoughts.
In lieu of all the words I want to write, I'm going to tell you that 8 weeks ago I started running. I started because having tried and failed last year, I thought I couldn't do it and I needed to prove myself wrong and take control of something tangible.
8 weeks ago running for more than 60 seconds felt impossible. Today I ran almost 7k. And every single step was for my family. And for all the families out there, affected by cancer.
Today I ran further and faster than I've ever run before in my life. I was fueled by anger and need. Anger that someone I love suffered an awful loss last night. Anger that I will also suffer that loss. Anger that the lives of my family have changed forever because of cancer. And a need to take charge, to do something. To do anything at all.
So I'm running. In 3 weeks time, I'm running a 10k race, to raise money for cancer research and treatment. It's not much, but it is all I can do. And it's the only way I've found to combat the lack of control that I've felt since Mum's diagnosis.
The link to my fundraising page is here. Please, if you can, please donate. And if you can't, please send positive thoughts to help me run even faster.
And know that there are many more words that can't be said here.
