On Saturday 9th May, I’ll be taking part in Race for Life at Regent’s Park with my partner, Wayne. This date is deeply personal to me. It would have been my father’s birthday. My dad, Nano, passed away in 2018 from prostate cancer. Taking part on this day feels like a meaningful way to honour him. But cancer didn’t begin with him in my family.

The first time it hit us was when my mum, Mimi, was diagnosed with colon cancer. She was only 43 years old. From her first pain to losing her, only two and a half months passed. It was devastatingly quick. Too quick. Too painful. After that, my grandfather, Yayo. Then my dad, Nano. And two of my uncles — my mum’s brothers — Urbano and Javi. Cancer has shaped my family story in ways I wish it hadn’t. It has taken birthdays, conversations, and years we should have had together. That is why I am running.

I am running in memory of Mimi, Nano, Yayo, Urbano and Javi. I carry them with me in every step. I am also running for my students who are bravely facing cancer right now. For those who have beaten it and continue to inspire me with their strength. And I am running in hope — hope that research continues to change outcomes, extend lives, and one day prevent other families from experiencing this pain.