George Henderson was my uncle, he was actually there when I was born. My mom, his sister was actually diagnosed with Crohn’s before he was so it’s a condition that I’ve known about all my life.

My uncle George died when I was 9. It massively changed my life, especially as my Grandad died a year later. I wish I’d had more time to get to know both of them as I grew up. I’ve heard so many stories about George in particular and it’s crazy to think that I’m only 6 years younger now than he was when he died, and several years older than he was when he first started having to live with this horrible condition.

Last summer I did some fundraising to try and help the charity that supports people like my mom, uncle and grandad. Thank you to everyone who donates to keep my uncles memory alive.