OK, here goes... until a week ago I had no idea what pancreatic cancer was. I certainly didn’t understand how it hides itself away until it’s too late, crippling the person it’s played a viscous game of hide and seek with.
80 percent of people with pancreatic cancer will not survive beyond a year.
My grandad was diagnosed with it last week... the days since have been heartbreaking... and unfortunately he passed away on Thursday.
While I know he wouldn’t have wanted a fuss, people have been asking me which charity I’m running the London Marathon for this weekend... I didn’t have one... BUT it feels rather fitting to now raise whatever I can for PCUK... to help with research into this cruel, unforgiving cancer.
I will be thinking of grandad Ted every single step of the 26 miles on Sunday... and I sure as hell will be having a drink for him afterwards! (It still won’t be bitter though grandad, sorry!)
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