Something I used to love and honestly did at least a couple of times a year before I got diagnosed was to o to concerts. I love everything about them, the atmosphere you get at a gig is unmatched.

I was lucky enough to go to a gig last week, I saw Girls Aloud. A group I have loved for ages, like honestly since I was about 4 years out when they first came out! I used to dance around my bedroom to “sound of the underground” are some of my earliest memories.  I followed them though all their albums, singles, bought their books, the posters and any magazine they wee in.  So I was soooo excited to get the chance to see them, and wow, did they impress. It was almost perfect. 

But why almost?

Well, there was one member missing. Sarah.

Sadly Sarah Harding, passed away following a diagnosis of breast cancer just three years ago and so while the night was everything I wanted it to be it was tainted with a little sadness with frequent beautiful and fitting  tributes  to her throughout the night.

Emotionally this gig was very poignant  for me in many ways. A reminder of happy childhood times, a space to enjoy music and at least for a short time forget about some of the thins going on right now. But also an emotional reminder of the fragility and fear that comes with a cancer diagnosis.

Unfortunately I would love to write something slightly more profound but I at the gig I only went and caught covid!! My first time having it too!! So I am pretty tired and not exactly  at my best right now. I am ok, just need a little more rest than usual.

The first photo is a large image of Sarah, she is looking slightly to the side and the screen is tinged slightly blue.

The second photo is of the four girls stood on podium. The background is pink and they wear big dresses.