As some of you may now know: On the 20th of January at 2:20pm I lost my Mum to cancer.

She was a healthy and active lady who never smoked, never drank alcohol and ate healthily. Life really is a lottery. Needless to say, she was a lovely lady who put everyone, including her beloved pets, before herself. Some of you may say... she is the complete opposite to me!

She was diagnosed in the first week of December 2016 with two cancerous stomach ulcers following an illness while on holiday for her 56th birthday. Within 3 weeks of being perfectly healthy she was reduced to 6 stone in weight at the time of her diagnosis. From this point forward, her illness had an aggression that gave the strongest woman I know little chance. At one point, she contracted pneumonia which was estimated to give her 48 hours, but she fought on. Mum defeated the pneumonia and got to devour her favourite meal one last time with her closest family. She couldn't get to a Chinese restaurant, so we took the restaurant to her in hospital for a family meal; so that she could have her beloved crispy duck hoi-sin pancakes. The smile on her face during that first bite is a memory that will live with me forever.

The pneumonia left behind the discovery that the cancer had spread to the lungs, which resulted in the doctors giving the family the news we all feared; it's terminal. Two weeks later and I am writing now as a boy with no mother.

Mum's final wish was that she was moved out of hospital and into Compton Hospice where she would have the comfort, but more importantly to her; the ability to see Compton's gardens from her bedroom window, see Daisy the dog for one final time and quite simply; she just asked to be able to see the sky. I pushed my damned hardest to make the move happen, but it just was not meant to be. Mum was priority number one for Compton's waiting list for over a week, but being a hospice... we had to wait for a bed to become available. Each day ticked by until it became too late. The treatment she eventually required was only possible in a hospital.

During this time I got to see first hand the amazing work Compton Hospice do. People of Wolverhampton think they are a small charitable Hospice with 18 bedrooms in beautiful listed surroundings. They are so much more than this. They have an army of 300 staff and 900 volunteers supporting the entire community of Wolverhampton City, and the surrounding areas, for its' palliative care needs. Whether it's providing care at a patients home, respite care at the Hospice day centre, the full-time Hospice care that my Mum needed, or the support I'm going to need; Compton is there during life's most difficult journey.

This is why, with my cousin Hayley I feel I need to help Compton Hospice in their plan to extend their facilities. The two of us are going to be "Jumping for JK" in the form of a sponsored skydive. By sponsoring us, you will be helping the many people who Compton Hospice care for. If you can't donate, then please share my story.

Maybe, while I'm falling through the sky, I will get a glimpse of Mum in her new place.