Charlotte's brain tumour journey raising awareness 18.2.97 - 24.2.2016 My daughter was sixteen years old in this picture. It was taken in November 2013. It was taken on the last day of a six week course of radiotherapy. The radiotherapy was for a grade three brain tumour, an anaplastic astrocytoma. The radiotherapy wiped her out, mentally and physically. Twenty months later, the tumour mutated to a deadly grade four incurable glioblastoma. Seven months after that, she passed. In the months leading up to her death, the glioblastoma tumour stripped her bit by bit. It started with paralysis; my daughter's right side no longer 'worked'. Soon after, she was unable to walk. She could then no longer talk. All the while, she was perfectly cognisant. She stressed and worried so much that she was burdening those around her. She was, literally, watching her life being taken away. As her mother, my future had been taken away. I will not see her married, nor see her children. My son has lost his soulmate and he will never be a biological uncle. My daughter was called Charlotte. The second picture is of Charlotte in 2014, the year she was 'well', in between diagnosis and death. 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 take no salaries and we have no overheads. We do not advertise, nor do we offer merchandise. We have no quirky gimmicks to draw you in, just the story of a wonderful and incredibly brave young woman. We pay our own expenses, including PayPal fees and PO Box fees. If you want to donate to a charity, please think of us. If you could retweet, I would be so grateful. Brain cancer is so underfunded. It is the biggest killer of under-40s, yet very little seems to be done. charlottesbag.com/