As many of you know, I lost my Dad just before Christmas to a very rare and aggressive form of soft tissue sarcoma. It is one of the hardest to diagnose, and difficult to treat.

Dad was only 63 and was fit and healthy at the time. Now
there is a huge hole in my family’s life and mine where an amazing man was.

After many repeated operations to remove soft tissue sarcoma
growths on his elbow it spread to his lung. There was still hope in having it removed and subsequent radiation treatments.

At the point of the operation, it was clear it had spread too far too fast and he was told 6 months. That was at the end of October, he
passed away at home surrounded by his family late December. 

Dad was not only a father but also a husband, musician,
morris dancer, artist, keen astronomer and teller of bad dad jokes.

The last 4 months have been tough for us all not knowing what the real outcome may be, but we all had so much hope.

Rather than sit and wait we made the very best of it with him making sure we created as many memories along the way, in this time he was remarkably brave and kept smiling.

Sarcoma is a less well-known form of the shit disease that is
cancer.

On April 28th I will be running to the London
Marathon in his memory and to raise awareness of sarcoma.

Although he will not be there in person, I know he will be there in spirit and I will be running for him.