Well, well, well, cancer, it seems you've finally caught up with my bank account. You thought you could bring me down with your stage 3 breast cancer diagnosis, but little did you know, its my financial issues thats going to get me. However I'm not one to back down from a challenge.

While I appreciate all the love and support I've received, I hate to admit that this illness has put me out of work, and money is tight.

My loving husband and current chauffeur, Steve is doing everything he can to make sure I'm resting and focusing on my recovery. But, cancer is a tough battle, and even with the projected final treatment in August 2023, I won't be able to return to work until 2024. So, I humbly ask that you consider donating whatever you can spare to help me out.

I know, I know. It's awkward asking for money. I'd rather try to pay bills with sarcasm and a smile, but that's just not how it works. So, if you can spare a few pounds, it would mean the world to me.

I promise to use the funds to kick cancer's butt and get back to my fiesty self. I mean, who else is going to make inappropriate comments and lighten the mood at every given opportunity? No one, that's who.

In all seriousness, cancer sucks. But I'm not going to let it get me down. With your help, I can focus on my recovery and come back stronger than ever.

Thank you for being a part of my journey, and for always putting up with my inappropriate sense of humor. I love you all!

Yours truly,

Emmie (aka the girl who won't let cancer win)