Take on the 200k in May Your Way challenge and help drive forward the search for a cure for brain tumours.

This is my mum - I know essence right. Now you know where my brother and I get our good looks.

In July 2000 I found her semi-conscious surrounded by empty pain killer packets. I called 999 but the paramedics refused to take her because they thought she had overdosed and she was still able to mumble she didn't want to go. Mum was a former nurse and I knew she would never OD. Finally, I persuaded them.

The A and E doctors were concerned about her level of consciousness so sent her for a scan. They found a tumour. A large tumour we later found out was a Glioblastoma Multiforme (GBM). At the time GBM's were inoperable and despite the best efforts of the amazing teams at Southampton General and Portsmouths' St Mary's Hospital six weeks later she died. She was 53.

I have a lot of respect for the difficult job doctors have on a daily basis, but four GP's had missed the diagnosis. One told her she was imagining it and another blamed it on the menopause.

Brain tumours kill more children and adults under 40 than any other cancer but receive only 1% of the annual cancer research budget. Thanks to the incredible work of Brain Tumour Research (BTR) and their centres of excellence GBM's are now survivable. BTR have also increased awareness of this devastating disease - all I have ever asked.

In May I have committed to 200 kilometres on the bike and as many as I can in the pool. I aim to raise £200. That's a pound a kilometer for those mathematically challenged amongst us. Not sure I have 200 friends but what the hell some of you must like me. It's a £1. That's anything in Poundland, the drip at the end of the fuel filling nozzle, a bite of a chocolate bar, the token you put in your shopping trolley. You get the picture. By June I'll be knackered. If you can please spare a few quid you will most sincerely make my day. Thank you.