Come on mum,’ said my daughter grabbing my hand, as we neared the end of our 5k run at Race for Life in July 2018.
I’ll never forget that moment as we sprinted over the finish line, her beaming, and me, well, looking like I was half dead. All I could think about was, ‘I’ve only just gone and bloody done it.’
I didn’t just mean completing five kilometres in 30C, or raising £1,000 for Cancer Research, but the fact that I was even standing here, let alone running. Looking back to the year before, as I was midway through a gruelling six-session course of chemotherapy, I could only dream about doing a charity run.
When everything changed
Twenty months earlier, in November 2016, my world was turned upside down.…
