RACE FOR LIFE
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and sponsor me for Cancer Research if you can!
I might not run the race, but I'll walk it and do my damndest. Jo inspired me to do this when she ran last year and because I lost Heidi, Uncle Jean-Claude, Les and even my Boo to cancer (although somehow I doubt you're going to sponsor me because my cat died...) and even more importantly, because I didn't lose my Dad, my Mum or my Brother, or my friends who had to lose body parts in their twenties, and even partly because of all those other instances where Cancer has been the life-changing event, I want to do this.
All I can think about is how one time when I was in hospital for an operation, I saw a 2 year old taking his first steps whilst hooked up to an IV, bald as a cue ball, huge smile on his face. Then that makes me think about how we never found out in time if my grandmother on Mum's side had brain cancer or not because not enough was known to diagnose her with anything, much less anything treatable. Then the rolling montage of all the times I was sat down and told 'they've found something'. Then the recoveries and sometimes, the funerals and I think well shit, if I can't walk 5 kilometres for that once a year, then what the hell.
You don't need me to spout sob stories at you. You already know it's important. So sponsor me, please.
Thank you
and sponsor me for Cancer Research if you can!
I might not run the race, but I'll walk it and do my damndest. Jo inspired me to do this when she ran last year and because I lost Heidi, Uncle Jean-Claude, Les and even my Boo to cancer (although somehow I doubt you're going to sponsor me because my cat died...) and even more importantly, because I didn't lose my Dad, my Mum or my Brother, or my friends who had to lose body parts in their twenties, and even partly because of all those other instances where Cancer has been the life-changing event, I want to do this.
All I can think about is how one time when I was in hospital for an operation, I saw a 2 year old taking his first steps whilst hooked up to an IV, bald as a cue ball, huge smile on his face. Then that makes me think about how we never found out in time if my grandmother on Mum's side had brain cancer or not because not enough was known to diagnose her with anything, much less anything treatable. Then the rolling montage of all the times I was sat down and told 'they've found something'. Then the recoveries and sometimes, the funerals and I think well shit, if I can't walk 5 kilometres for that once a year, then what the hell.
You don't need me to spout sob stories at you. You already know it's important. So sponsor me, please.
Thank you