Ok, some of you may know that in 2012 my mum was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. No warning... no symptoms... just BOOM. The 'other' C word. It came as a massive shock to the whole family and while we all rallied round, supporting each other and attempting to stay sane, Mum's been fighting it with every ounce of her strength. She's been incredibly brave throughout every part of her treatment, even when said 'treatment' involved me shaving her head or helping do minor surgery in a supply cupboard (I shit you not - for more details click HERE: #mce_temp_url#)

 

I can't explain how proud I am of her for staying so positive during such a difficult time, but I'm also angry and frustrated. I'm angry that there isn't a cure for this, that the doctors all seem so baffled and unable to provide answers, and I'm particularly cross that Mum has to go through round after round of chemo with no actual hope of recovery. I've been wanting to raise money for Cancer Research UK for some time now, but it's taken a while for me to figure out exactly how...

 

Now, you may also be aware that I'm scared of heights. Not just scared - pretty petrified, actually. Bridges, glass walkways... even seesaws make my legs go all wobbly. I've made small steps to fight my fears in the past (visiting 'Go Ape' a couple of years back was quite the experience!) but I reckon it's now time for me to take it to the next level and kick this thing in the arse once and for all.

 

So, I'm THROWING MYSELF OUT OF A PLANE. A perfectly fine, fully-functional plane. That isn't crashing or anything. Madness. Well, I figured that if you're going to give me your hard-earned moneys then the least I can do is bloody earn it!

 

That's not enough? You want me to suffer more? Ok, you evil sods, try this for size: if I raise over £750 in sponsorship I'll quit smoking. Yep. No more cigs. I'm aware that this should have happened sooner but it hasn't, and knowing that people have donated money to a cancer research charity on my request will definitely be enough to guilt trip me into never lighting up ever, ever again.

 

So please give generously - as much or as little as you can afford (preferably as much! Go on, what's a couple more quid, eh?). I promise that I won't curse your name too loudly when I'm plummeting towards the earth at 120mph.

 

Much love, 

Milly x