Surviving: #dosomethingyummy

Cancer fights as if it were in a war, but it doesn’t play by the rules.  It attacks at random and picks its victims in the same way.  It doesn’t care if you are young or old or have battled with it before and have lived to tell the tale. More

What my family mean to me #dosomethingyummy

Did I ever tell you about my family?

Well I was born in the north, or as you may better know it, God’s country.  I am the much longed for baby girl born to my poor suffering mother after she had to endure the  extreme misfortune of initially giving birth to not one but a pair of smelly boys. More

What my children mean to me #dosomethingyummy

It’s not cancer, it’s curable, it will be over within four months.

This is my daily mantra.

These words help me pick up BB when she falls again as her hip dislodges, these words let me see the light at the end of the tunnel. More

Its all about my boobies – please support them

I think it is important to try and have boundaries when writing a blog.  Areas of your life that you don’t go into.

My few boundaries are not having a pop at he who helped create them, to be fair he is marvellous so wouldn’t be possible anyway.  I try not to blog about me old mother as she doesn’t trust the internet and finds that facebook thing a bit weird and is often found wringing her hands asking why people don’t use phones to talk into anymore.  In general I avoid blogging about friends and family as I don’t want to offend inadvertently and I am sure if they wanted the world to know their business they would start a blog as well. (well not my mum she wouldn’t have the faintest idea of where to start – but she would call you!)

I also try to avoid blogging about my boobies; not always successfully as I am breastfeeding BB so sometimes the occasional comment slips in!  However today is all about the boobs in yet another cleverly concealed post that hopefully will drive you to my just giving site.

In six weeks me and my boobs are running a marathon.  We are doing it for charity, in support of an awesome little boy called Seth who has spent most of his five years on earth fighting acute myeloid leukaemia.  I am trying to raise awareness of the Anthony Nolan trust and hoping to raise two grand for them in the process.

So why the boobs?  Well I am going for the sympathy vote here.  Should you be wondering if this is a big enough challenge for me, should you be debating whether to sponsor me over the masses of great causes, then let me tell you a secret which hopefully will lead to some loving on my just giving page.

My boobs are big, I mean Jordan envy size, in fact whilst breastfeeding I am in the largest cup size available in the UK.  (If you don’t know what that is ask  the lovely TJ at bras4mums as she hooks me up with my overtheshoulderboulderholders) So I feel since each breast is virtually the size of a small person they deserve a bit of recognition and a bit of sponsorship!

And the boobs are finding it hard work in training.  They get blisters everywhere, in fact one of them is so heavily plastered up as the moment you could write well wishes on it like a broken leg cast (should anyone wish to write on my breasts in exchange for serious sponsorship lets talk).  They also have the added inconvenience of lactating.  I did a twenty mile race recently and the last five miles felt like I was running with six pints of milk in each breast.  I also had slight leakage issues as well which was a tad embarrassing at the finish line.

They bounce and jiggle and generally hurt like hell as my legs go through the same torture.  And as I run past supporters no one is looking at my face I can be sure of that! (which is good as I am normally a little red).

So please show the boobies some loving as I think quite possibly they could be largest to ever attempt the London marathon and if that doesn’t get a couple of quid sponsorship I don’t know what will!

Pop along now and do leave them a message.

The site is here!!!!!

To find out more about the fabulous work Anthony Nolan does and register to save a life click here.  Someone registered once and saved Seth’s life which allowed his adorable mummy to sit and weep her way through his first parents evening last week.  An event she never dared dream she would attend.

Kids shouldn’t get poorly, my boobs can take the pain if it helps to stop a little bit of suffering in the world please help me raise awareness.


helping to cure kids with cancer; the kindness of strangers

Less than two weeks ago I posted a blog on my reasons for trying to run this years london marathon. I have been overwhelmed by the sheer kindness of strangers; I have received almost seven hundred pounds at the time of year when we are all scrimping and saving.

And do you know the most astounding fact I have ‘met’ only three people on that list. If you look closely you will even see some celebrated authors and a couple of celebrities.

Here’s the link:

I can be considered a misery at times and now in terms of human kindness I stand firmly corrected.

So I would like to see how far this social media wave can carry me on my quest to raise two thousand pounds for Seth and the Anthony Nolan Trust. Please donate your pennies, it doesn’t have to be pounds; and retweet if you believe in the kindness of strangers!

Plus if you are a ‘real life friend’ feel free to dig deep and add to the total as you know more than most how little time I have and how unfit I truly am!

About me

I am an overweight rather grumpy mum of five year old twins and a seven month baby. I am lucky enough to know a special little boy called Seth who has taken on the curse that is leukaemia and has fought a long hard battle which he has won with the help of Anthony Nolan.

Please listen to Seth’s dad for more details on his son’s illness.

“In April 2008 Seth was diagnosed with a blood cancer called Acute Myeloid Leukemic. The day after he was diagnosed he started 6 months of Chemotherapy. He was two years old. During his treatment his Consultants carried out tests on the cancer to give an indication about how well the Chemotherapy was likely to work. Unfortunately the results were not good, the Chemotherapy was unlikely to be effective and he needed a stem cell (bone marrow) transplant to give him the best chance of a cure.  

Every one of us has billions of stem cells in the bone marrow inside our bones. These cells which produce all the blood in our body throughout our lives. The transplant aims to remove all of these cells, including the ones which are cancerous and replace them with new stem cells from a closely matching donor. The hospital searched databases worldwide for a donor, they were pretty hopeful that one would be found, however none were.  So without a donor Seth just had the Chemo to rely on.  

At the end of treatment initially the signs were good and we hoped he had got away with the slim chance he was given of the Chemotherapy working.  Sadly in January 2009 his cancer relapsed. He started more Chemotherapy and more searching of databases took place, no living donors had become available but thankfully the Anthony Nolan Trust found a lifeline for him. The stem cells from the umbilical cord of a baby born in Germany were a good enough match for him to have a transplant. The chemotherapy continued for a few more months, ending with a final dose which killed off all of his stem cells and with them we hope the cancer forever. 

 On April the 19th 2009 23ml of blood rich with stem cells, were transplanted into him. This is a difficult point in the transplant process, the chemo had left him very unwell and with none of his own stems cells left to make blood, he relied upon daily blood transfusions for weeks to keep him alive. Eventually we started to see signs of the new stem cells beginning to work, but as they did a common side effect of the transplant also started, Graft vs. Host Disease. His new blood saw his body as a foreign object and began to attack it as if it was a virus. This caused the most horrendous pain, prevented him from eating and damaged his lungs, liver and gut.  He had IV morphine to manage the pain and was fed through a tube into his tummy and IV line for months.  

Very slowly he began to get better and after months in hospital was allowed home.  A year after the transplant he was still unwell, but he finally stopped being fed through the tube and was strong enough to go to play school again. He has continued to recover and in September this year started school. He still has a few side effects and the time in hospital has left him a little shy compared to other children, but other than that he is a normal, happy little boy. 

If it were not for the kindness of a mother donating her babies umbilical cord and the Anthony Nolan Trust Seth would not be here today. Today there are over 2000 people in the UK who like Seth cannot find a donor. To help these people it’s easy to join the register of donors, all it takes is a sample of spit and if you are lucky enough to be given the chance of saving someone’s life through donating, it’s as easy as giving blood.”

Please donate, support me as I race against time to get these scared legs ready to run 26 miles.

Thank you


The blog you should read this week

The post you should all read this week doesn’t belong to me, it doesn’t belong to anyone I have met or spoken to, it belongs to a lady who has just said goodbye to her husband. A truly eloquent, beautifully worded piece that made me count my blessings for all that I have in this world.

You can read it at:

After reading I took a moment to take a good look at everything I have and how incredibly well my life is shaping up.

I have three rather gorgeous children who at times can be incredibly challenging but can turn my temper off with a well placed kiss. They are funny, smart, and confident to the extreme and at times I am not always the best mummy but I always pledge to try harder and that’s the best I can do.

I managed to marry a chap I rather quite like and although we bicker like toddlers I can’t imagine any future without him in it telling me off for not being able to wash up properly. He is quite a looker as well!

I also have a marvellous mother, I don’t blog about her often as she has fear of the internet and doesn’t like to think of herself on that facebook thingy. However as it is only nice things I am writing and she will probably never read it I reckon I am safe. My mother is everything I want to be, she is generous without exception. She can’t go a day without offering to help someone in need or just make peoples lives easier. She preys upon buy two get one free offers just so she can give one away to someone else. Most importantly she adores all her grandchildren and spends as much time playing, cooking and holidaying with them. Without her I would be lost.

Thank you karen for sharing your husbands last moments and thank you for reminding me to appreciate what I have.


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