Last year I lost my grandfather Pop Pop to cancer. It happened all very suddenly..

We were out enjoying a day together as a family in Great Yarmouth, everything was great and he seemed to be his normal happy self. Only two weeks later when he collapsed, took him into hospital did we realise he had cancer. In the space of 4 weeks after finding out he passed away. Unable to go home, he just had to stay in hospital and wait to die. The news of this made myself and my family absolutely distraught with grief and the inability to do something, anything. A similar story with my other grandfather... We found out he had prostate cancer and we lost him within a matter of months. Again, us feeling distraught and powerless with our pursuit of wanting to do something, anything. 

These two men have influenced my life like nobody else. They told me I could be anything I wanted to be. Achieve anything I want to achieve. They supported me and my family with so much love, happiness and generosity. 

I wanted to do something, anything to help. I have challenged myself by taking part in the Wimbledon Half Marathon and raising money for cancer research. I have also organised a charity concert on April the 3rd at The Landor theatre, all the money and proceeds will be going to Cancer Research. 

I know so many of us (too many of us) have gone through this same thing, which is why it is so prominent for us all to stand up to cancer and tell it exactly where to shove it! 

 This is for everyone who has ever lost anybody to cancer.