This March, I’ll be walking 31 miles for lung cancer — but really, I’m walking for my mum.

In December, my beautiful mum and best friend, Brenda, was diagnosed with lung cancer. Now, just a few short months later, she is receiving end-of-life care.

Nothing prepares you for hearing those words. Nothing prepares you for watching the strongest, most loving person you know face something so cruel. The woman who held my hand through everything is now the one I have to watch suffer — and I would give anything to take her place.

I can’t take away her pain. I can’t fix this. I can’t slow time down. And when she looks at me, I don’t always have the right words.

So this is what I can do -

I can walk.

I can put one foot in front of the other.

I can make every mile mean something.

I’m walking for the late-night talks.

For her laugh.

For her hugs.

For every memory we’ve made and every moment we thought we’d still have.

I’m walking to honour her.

I’m walking so other families might not have to feel this kind of heartbreak.

I’m walking because love has to go somewhere — and this is where I’m putting mine.

If you’re able to donate, share, or simply cheer me on, it would mean more than I can say. Every contribution, no matter how small, helps fight this awful disease.

Every single step I take is for my mum ❤️