Breast Cancer Care

The helpline, set up to advise women on what to do next, has received 10,000 calls.
As the year I married my best friend at 7.20am on the Cutty Sark, ran the London Marathon moments later and trekked a giant
As the year I married my best friend at 7.20am on the Cutty Sark, ran the London Marathon moments later and trekked a giant
I know that while she is now out of pain, she will never be far from the thoughts of those who loved and cared for her. And I know, that whatever it is I go on to do, I must honour her memory, make it meaningful and make it a reminder that young women don't just get breast cancer - they also die too young and too soon.
Hope got me out in my trainers and into the fresh air. Hope got me through my first 10k on chemo. Hope gave me the confidence to book a wedding ceremony an hour before the London Marathon (which for someone with a hip full of metal is a risky strategy). And, it is hope that is what has me smiling again today.
When you're raising a glass this Christmas, I ask you all to think not about the presents under the tree, but about health, happiness and the people that make you smile. Because that's all you'll ever really need. And, I ask you to spare a thought for four utterly terrified runners (bride, groom, cousin and father of the bride) who are gearing up for one of the biggest days of their lives - in the name of charity.
Everyone should get good care as standard, everyone should be treated as a person, not like they are on a treadmill or production line. Whilst there are examples of excellent care and support, for others the system is still letting them down.
When you've fought for your life, it's hard to plan too far ahead and rest your happiness on one day in the future. So, when we started talking about our wedding earlier this year, I knew there was only one way to do it. There wouldn't be an aisle. There wouldn't be a first dance. There wouldn't be a day in the Cotswolds.
Already tempted to tuck away your trainers in time for 2017's resolution attempts? Then spare a thought for the thousands of people braving those dark January mornings - and even darker nights - as they prepare themselves for what is, for many, the ultimate running challenge: the London Marathon. I never thought I'd be one of them.