When I was a young man my grandmother Thurza died of Cancer and it left a big impression. My Nan was a proud working class lady, always immaculately turned out and as kind as she was strong. She moved into my room when she got sick and I moved onto the sofa downstairs. At night I could hear her fighting for breath as the cancer spread and eventually took her from us. Since then my Mum has fought and won a battle with cancer , my cousin sadly passed away from the disease and my uncle is currently fighting it for the second time. In June I am riding my bike over the Alps to raise money for Bloodwise so they can continue their work to help people like my family . It's a 600 mile ride with 80,000ft of climbing . I am a chubby 56 years old,so its not going to be pretty , but Thurza  never gave up and neither will I.