Ready, Set, Cancer.

Well this assignment is pretty much over, and I only have 6 blogs. So I have to write about something!

I might just tell you about when we found out about Mum's initial breast cancer. And what we felt and how we all got through it.

It was just a normal Saturday afternoon, and because my Mum and Dad weren’t together we were at Dad's house, when Mum came over looking like she had been crying.

She sat us all down and told us, that she still had to have a few more tests, but the doctors were pretty sure that the lump in her breast was cancer, and that it had spread to the other breast and her lymph nodes.

Can you just imagine for one second, a 12 year old girl, has just found out that her Mum, her favourite person in the world, has cancer, and needs surgery, chemo, radio, and more surgery, and things will never be the same again.

Pretty overwhelming hey?

When I heard the news, there was nothing I could do, I couldn’t look at her, and I couldn’t look at my family, they were all so devastated.

But the only thing that kept me going was one thing that Mum kept saying.

"I'm not going to die."

So within a week or two, she was in surgery having both her breasts removed, and reconstructed.

Then it was chemo. That was hard. They say the first round hits you the hardest.
And it did. But, it worked. And Mum was in remission.

For at least 8 months, things were normal, they were better than normal. Everyone was happy.

Then July 2009. Mum woke up with a sore neck.

And it all began again.

Talk soon!Chels