Jackie Scully running
When you're training for a marathon, everyone will tell you about the fear of injury...
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.
Because, on that cold Sunday morning, I learned something about friendship that I think I would have never discovered tucked away in some remote cottage sipping a bit too much Champagne out of rather oddly-shaped male straws.
There is so much beauty in volunteering. All the people I know and love do their bit. And, I am convinced that if we were all inspired to volunteer from a younger age, the world would be a much more compassionate place.
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.
My dad is one of my running inspirations. It means so much to me that he was the person I started running with on chemo two years ago. And, it means even more that he's still taking every step with me.
I started running because I wanted to show cancer that it could take a lot of things - my hair, my right boob, my tummy fat (to create the new boob) and my dignity - but it would never take my smile.