On Sunday 27th July my daughter took part in the 5km Race for Life in London's Hyde Park. She did it for me as I am a survivor of cervical cancer. It has to be one of the proudest moments of my life.
I didn't know what to expect as I have never been to watch anyone take part in a race on that scale. We arrived at 9 .The whole area was filled with hundreds of fuschia pink clad women .The Mr was told that he must 'wear pink daddy'.
I had left home really happy and I couldn't wait to take snaps of the girls ( she did it with her best friend from her uni) in action , however, I must say I became rather emotional , it was the first time I think I had seen so many people who have been touched by cancer .So the day was tinged with sadness and guilt .Guilty because I had survived when so many were running for loved ones who had passed. Cancer is such a dreadful disease
The runners go off to the start line , we decided to try and find a good vantage point. My daughter didn't train so we had no idea how long it would take. Five of us came to support her and would you believe me if I told you all five cameras missed the moment she ran past us. I managed to get this.
She is just 10 yards away from the finish line in this photo. We whooped and shrieked and those that could jumped with joy, at that moment I had a flash back of all those end of years sports day she had at school. You know the races , the good old egg and spoon and the three legged race, such wonderful memories and my goodness it made me feel so happy I am alive and so proud to be there to support my little hero. As soon as we where reunited she announced she is doing it again next year.