Never did I imagine that when you were sixteen we would shop for wigs instead of make up and clothes. Never did I imagine you having chemo and radiotherapy. Never did I imagine you would never be twenty years old. Never did I imagine I would plan your funeral. Never did I imagine

Over the past week I've managed to see all four of my bereaved students, all of whom have now left college. They have all been so concerned about my forthcoming radiotherapy and tooth extraction. I feel incredibly privileged to have formed such a strong bond with each of them. I

I had my tooth extracted at midday. Apparently, the roots are very deep. The dentist said this would make it harder to have my teeth knocked out! The pain is now subsiding and the anesthetic is wearing off. My pain is nothing compared to what Charlotte had to deal with,

Fortunately was given a course of antibiotics which I have just started. Pain from my tooth extraction has been quite bad especially overnight. Never mind as long as it's better before I start radiotherapy. This morning, before my run, I had a lovely walk on The South Downs.

Just back from an emergency dentist appointment. Dry socket which has been packed and I've been prescribed different course of antibiotics. Hopefully I will start to feel better soon. Thank you for all your support it means a lot x

I will be treated by the same radiotherapy machine as my daughter was in 2013. Charlotte died from a brain tumour (Glioblastoma, incurable) on 24.2.16, aged 19 years and 5 days. I'm her mother and I start my radiotherapy tomorrow for stage 2 breast cancer. I will get changed in

Today was far tougher than I thought; I experienced first hand, for a short amount of time, what my daughter endured during thirty-two days of radiotherapy treatment. I went to my appointment today and sat in the same area that Charlotte and I had sat 11 years ago. I stared at

Day two of five completed. I honestly don't think that I could do this for longer than five days. The emotional strain is quite overwhelming. Again today, as I sat in the machine, my arms comfortably above my head, I thought of Charlotte. She was clamped to the table, wearing a

Day three of five completed. Today I sat staring at changing room number one, waiting to be called in. I stood alone in there remembering how Charlotte would look at herself in the mirror. We were so worried that, in addition to losing her hair, she might lose her eye lashes.

Today Miles is 30 and I know his sister, Charlotte, would have been very proud of him. He had quite a journey in his twenties, especially watching his younger sister pass slowly and painfully from grade four brain cancer (Glioblastoma).  He had to suspend his undergraduate

Day four of five done. One more to go. I don't think I could face another day. While I was waiting to get changed a young girl of around sixteen appeared and walked through the department. She had no hair and was clutching a sick bowl and towel. She hung onto her mothers arm in

Day five of five done. I have finished radiotherapy. After the final session today, I walked past the young persons' unit and stood on a grass verge overlooking the car park. I had stood there many times as it was one of the few places where there was enough signal to make phone

Having, on Tuesday, finished my five days of radiotherapy, I feel really well (except from evening tiredness). I spoke to a friend over Twitter this morning who had exactly the same treatment as me; she found the same. Hopefully, like her, the tiredness will only last a week or

I was Charlotte. I was born in Brighton on 18th Feb 1997. I loved handbags and fashion. I was looking forward to having a career. I was looking forward to getting married and having children. I was looking forward to a long and happy retirement. But none of that happened. That’s

Would be so grateful if anyone could RT my last tweet and write done. 👍🏻

Delighted the charity has been mentioned in King's College Hospital Charity Annual Report & Financial Statements 2023/24 The big difference with our charity is that we self fund. This means that 100% of your donation goes to research at King's College Hospital, London. We have

I had so many hopes & dreams for you. 18.2.97 - 24.2.16 Aged 19 years 5 days Brain cancer grade 4 glioblastoma incurable charlottesbag.com Raising awareness & funding RT please with thanks

12.9.2014 10 years ago today Charlotte's brain tumour journey raising awareness 1 18.2.97 - 24.2.2016 Charlotte is clinically asymptomatic and is doing very well. Her skin rash has improved and there is no new neurology. She has good muscle tone. B-RAF testing is negative.

A complete change for tonight's Tweet. Miles wrote this for a very good friend's son's birthday. It was requested as his friend's son enters near adulthood. Wise words and beautifully written. I will be printing this and displaying it in my office for students to read. 'My first