THE ROYAL MARSDEN CANCER CHARITY

Jude Green

Jude Green

Jude Green

My Story

In March 2021 I got the FaceTime from my Mum that I had been dreading for years—the news that my lovely Dad had lost his 11 year battle with prostate cancer. It was earth shattering and awful, and I didn’t know how I would be able to live without him (because he was the kind of Dad you couldn't live without).

In those early days of grief, running was one of the things that reminded me that I was still alive. It has since become the thing that keeps me going.

In April 2023 I'm going to be flying to England to run the London Marathon in memory of my Dad, Peter. I'm fundraising for The Royal Marsden Cancer Charity who took care of him from 2016-2020.

My big brother James (who is much better with words than I am...) said the following at Dad's funeral:

"He [Dad] was full of gratitude for the care he received during the two drug trials at The Royal Marsden, which certainly extended and improved his life, though his attitude was characteristically altruistic: he said that even if he didn’t benefit, he wanted to make a difference for others in the future. We owe it to his faith and the courage it gave him that our lasting memories won’t be of an illness, but of a man who was living well, playing games, making jokes, and complaining every time he rolled a one."

Our family will always be grateful for the research wing at The Royal Marsden—for the way they advocated for Dad and treated him with dignity. They were always upbeat and hopeful, excited about good results and extremely caring. The extra years we had with him due to the treatment he received there gave my children memories of their Grandad. It's an honour to raise money for The Royal Marsden so that they can help other families like ours.

Dad was a keen runner and he was delighted when I finally caught the running bug and ran my first half marathon in 2016. He would always track my location during races from afar and was the first to text me with a “well done” at the end. I wish he was still here so I could tell him all about this BIG race, but to run in his memory is the next best thing.

THE ROYAL MARSDEN CANCER CHARITY

Raising for:

THE ROYAL MARSDEN CANCER CHARITY
160%

Funded

  • Target
    £2,000
  • Raised so far
    £3,193
  • Number of donors
    52

My Story

In March 2021 I got the FaceTime from my Mum that I had been dreading for years—the news that my lovely Dad had lost his 11 year battle with prostate cancer. It was earth shattering and awful, and I didn’t know how I would be able to live without him (because he was the kind of Dad you couldn't live without).

In those early days of grief, running was one of the things that reminded me that I was still alive. It has since become the thing that keeps me going.

In April 2023 I'm going to be flying to England to run the London Marathon in memory of my Dad, Peter. I'm fundraising for The Royal Marsden Cancer Charity who took care of him from 2016-2020.

My big brother James (who is much better with words than I am...) said the following at Dad's funeral:

"He [Dad] was full of gratitude for the care he received during the two drug trials at The Royal Marsden, which certainly extended and improved his life, though his attitude was characteristically altruistic: he said that even if he didn’t benefit, he wanted to make a difference for others in the future. We owe it to his faith and the courage it gave him that our lasting memories won’t be of an illness, but of a man who was living well, playing games, making jokes, and complaining every time he rolled a one."

Our family will always be grateful for the research wing at The Royal Marsden—for the way they advocated for Dad and treated him with dignity. They were always upbeat and hopeful, excited about good results and extremely caring. The extra years we had with him due to the treatment he received there gave my children memories of their Grandad. It's an honour to raise money for The Royal Marsden so that they can help other families like ours.

Dad was a keen runner and he was delighted when I finally caught the running bug and ran my first half marathon in 2016. He would always track my location during races from afar and was the first to text me with a “well done” at the end. I wish he was still here so I could tell him all about this BIG race, but to run in his memory is the next best thing.