Sarah Harding’s raw, powerful words, many written when she was in unbearable pain, will have saved lives

SARAH “Hardcore” Harding loved a party.

That she died just ten weeks short of her 40th birthday, the ultimate excuse for a knees-up, is the final tragedy.

As a cub showbiz reporter, I bumped into Sarah on many a red carpet, and at many events, galas and afterparties.

She was, obviously, stunning.

But she was also supremely funny, cheeky and down to earth, even as her career burgeoned.

She was one of the most unassuming, lacking-in-ego stars I’ve encountered.

Sarah was as friendly and welcoming to friend and fan alike.

And she has left behind something few of us do.

In her heartbreaking, best-selling book Hear Me Out — written when she knew she was dying of breast cancer — Sarah urged us all to go to the doctors, to get checked out.

Her raw, powerful words, many written when she was in unbearable pain, will have saved lives.

If Sarah had gone to her doctor sooner, who knows?

Maybe, just maybe, she would be excitedly planning that 40th.

In the book, she longed for one more big night out “dancing on tables.”

By speaking out, she has given other young women in her predicament another chance to dance.