In February this year, my life changed.

I was told I had testicular cancer. At that moment, I didn’t know what lay ahead or what to expect. People would say, “If you had to pick a cancer, this would be the one” or “It’s the young man’s cancer”—as if I was supposed to feel lucky. But it didn’t feel that way at all.

Then I met my specialist nurse. From the very first moment, she was there—supportive, reassuring, and moving things forward so quickly that I started treatment the day after meeting her and my consultant. That speed meant I was well enough to make it to see he Boss in Liverpool with Paul McCartney and to attend weddings over the summer—things I never thought I’d manage.

A huge part of that was thanks to Friends of the Cancer Centre, who were there for me throughout treatment, making sure I could still enjoy moments that mattered, even in the middle of everything.

I’ve always loved walking in the Mournes, and I’d planned to get out more this year. That didn’t happen. But now, I’m walking—not just for myself, but to give back to those who helped me and so many others.

Friends and family have stood by me every step of the way. Now, I’m asking you to join me in showing the same kindness to Friends of the Cancer Centre. They gave me more than medical care—they gave me hope, memories, and the chance to keep living my life.