Let me tell you a story. There was this woman, she didn’t have children but she had two these two girls that kind of idolised her. They were her nieces and whatever she said was just a bit cool, she would come to visit and the girls would hang on her every word. She was the cool Auntie everyone hopes for in life! In 2006 she got sick, really sick but she didn’t live close so the now Grown Women didn’t get to see her. They watched their Mum fly to and from trying to care for her little sister. They watched their Mum sob at the heartache of feeling so useless but still remaining so strong, as big sisters always are. October 2007 the grown women got the call to say their Auntie had died. They both knew where they needed to be, so they flew out to be with their Mum, Uncle and Dad, to meet her friends, cry with them, talk about her and say their final goodbye. Have you guessed yet? She was my Auntie! My sister and I were the little girls who idolised her and nearly 10 years on its hard to accept she’s gone. She died of Ovarian Cancer, she left this earth too young, 49 years young when she closed her eyes and we said goodbye. She was robbed! We were robbed! My Mum was robbed of her life. My sister and I are training for the Women V Cancer bike ride through London at night. I will peddle through those streets for that Mum who didn’t win her fight with breast cancer, for that girl in her 20s that missed the early signs of cervical cancer, for that little girl who grows up without her Mum that died of Ovarian cancer, but most of all Auntie Jane, I do it in your memory. I will raise every single penny for those women bravely fighting their battle, I will swerve through London traffic for those who lost their fight and I will beat my chest with pride over that finish line for all those who have survived and come back fighting. I am all of you, I am a woman raising money for a day when we cure more than we lose to womens cancer.