I watched my mum battle breast cancer at 36; I was only 8 at the time. I did not realise the implications this had and still has on my family today.

The most important women in my life have all had breast cancer. I never got to meet my Great Grandmother Annie she died before I was born of breast cancer. My Nan had breast cancer twice and my mum Julie was 36 when she had breast cancer. I guess from that you would probably gather I am Krystal's brother.  Breast cancer has been a part of my life since I can remember. My first memories of cancer were when my mum told me she was going to lose her breasts to cancer and I said "don't worry mummy, you can have mine, I don't need them." At 8 years old I was more concerned about who was going to cook me dinner and was too young to understand what my mum was really going through.

My sister and I are close and watching her going through the same operation as 3 generations before her I felt anger... why our family? But at the same time I was proud she had the strength and courage to tackle this threat head on. Am I worried I carry the same genetic fault as the rest of my family? Not really. Because I know the beautiful and courageous women in my family which include my Nan, Mum and sister are doing whatever it takes to help find a cure that could be for my daughter one day.

I am very proud of my sister and all she is doing with Pink Hope. It’s inspiring to know she is creating something so positive from something that has caused our family so much heart ache.