National Breast Cancer Foundation

I'VE PLEDGED FOR Nanny Sandra

Nanny Sandra 21/5/1944 - 13/1/1996 "I won't be there to see her grow up" Was my Nans heartbreaking answer to "what's wrong?" whilst tears ran down her face after we had been giggling to each other. She was the first person I giggled with at almost 4 months old.. I don't remember her voice but these words play on repeat in my head everyday. My Nan is my guardian angel. She has proved this many times, she is watching over all of us and keeping us safe.. I feel her presence, I feel her support and there is no doubt that when I do stupid things she's either shaking her head or laughing her arse off! I know you're always watching over me, I wish we had more time together.. that we got the chance to have more photos and memories shared and that you got to watch me grow up from down here. I only hope you're proud of who I am or at least who I am trying to be 🩷 I love you Nan x Like each year my fundraisers are in memory of my Grandmother, Sandra 🩷 but also for others close to me and ones I’ll never meet who have had their own battles. Like my “Go Pink Pledge” in June and “Step up” in August, this year hits a little different, having had my own scare in December I had my own scare after finding a lump in my right breast. Though thankfully instead of cancer it appears to be multiple clusters of clustered cysts, uncomfortable and painful but not life threatening. But for the first time, I lived those moments that thousands of people have lived before. The waiting for answers, the scans, the blood tests, practically living at my GP and the constant fears of 'what if'. It was not to the extent people who are unfortunately diagnosed with breast cancer get to, but it was a real eye opener to how those initial moments feel, and I feel so deeply remorseful for the ones that get that heartbreaking diagnosis. So please support my Step Up Challenge to save lives and make a difference. I don’t want to say goodbye to my best friend, my mum, the same way she had to. My Grandmother found out she had breast cancer when she was 50 years old, she sadly passed away at the young age of 51, I was barely 4 months old at the time. She was told by many doctors that the pain she was experiencing was simply a pinched nerve or something similar. She was in pain for 2-4 months but was too scared to tell my mum, worried she would miscarry me as she had had many miscarriages herself, before having a hysterectomy at 35. When they finally removed her breasts they discovered they were both riddled with cancer and that it had gotten into her lymph nodes… by the end of that year she had passed away. She knew for 1 year… yet they said she could have had it for up to 10 years all together. My Nan was 1 of 6 children, 2 boys and 4 girls. Out of the 4 sisters 2 passed away from breast cancer. 50%! Though I don’t remember her I have a bond that cannot be explained.

Please support my Pink Ribbon Fundraising event

1 in 7 women are diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetime.

That is why I am hosting a Pink Ribbon Breakfast event this October and Breast Cancer Awareness Month, to raise vital funds for breast cancer research and help NBCF towards their vision of Zero Deaths from breast cancer.

Please support me by either joining our Pink Ribbon Breakfast event or donating to our online fundraising page to help us reach our goal.

Together, we can stop deaths from breast cancer.

Like each year my challenges and fundraising are in memory of my Grandmother, Sandra 🩷 but also for others close to me who have had their own battles.

Like my “Go Pink Pledge” in June and “Step up” in August, this year hits a little different, having had my own scare in December I had my own scare after finding a lump in my right breast. Though thankfully instead of cancer it appears to be multiple clusters of clustered cysts, uncomfortable and painful but not life threatening. But for the first time, I lived those moments that thousands of people have lived before. The waiting for answers, the scans, the blood tests, practically living at my GP and the constant fears of 'what if'.

It was not to the extent people who are unfortunately diagnosed with breast cancer get to, but it was a real eye opener to how those initial moments feel, and I feel so deeply remorseful for the ones that get that heartbreaking diagnosis. So please support my Step Up Challenge to save lives and make a difference.

I don’t want to say goodbye to my best friend, my mum, the same way she had to.

My Grandmother found out she had breast cancer when she was 50 years old, she sadly passed away at the young age of 51, I was barely 4 months old at the time.

She was told by many doctors that the pain she was experiencing was simply a pinched nerve or something similar. She was in pain for 2-4 months but was too scared to tell my mum, worried she would miscarry me as she had had many miscarriages herself, before having a hysterectomy at 35.

When they finally removed her breasts they discovered they were both riddled with cancer and that it had gotten into her lymph nodes… by the end of that year she had passed away. She knew for 1 year… yet they said she could have had it for up to 10 years all together.

My Nan was 1 of 6 children, 2 boys and 4 girls. Out of the 4 sisters 2 passed away from breast cancer. 50%!

Though I don’t remember her I have a bond that cannot be explained.