Friday 13th November 2015, I went to hospital. I was told I had Acute Myeloid Leukaemia, an aggressive blood cancer. An entire team came around me to form an army. We fought. Four rounds of chemotherapy. Two weeks in intensive care. Six months isolated in room not being able to open the door, let alone leave the room. A coma. That was scary. Fevers. So we're they. Over fifty blood and platelet transfusions. Hundreds of litres of fluids. A stem cell transplant to give me a brand new immune system. I went to hell. Hell didn't want me. Friday 13th May 2016 came. Three days later, I finally went home. 

I am thankful for every press up, run, hike, bicep curl squat and deadlift I ever completed because my body paid me back when I needed it. 

Now to pay it forward and fight whilst we do it. Starting with the Thames Bridge Trek. On Saturday 10th September, my team and I will be taking on the 23km, 16 bridge route east along the Thames. 

Join me, donate, support. Do what you can because there is no room for passengers when the time comes to fight. Get your shots in early. We are the fighters. We are relentless.