A waiting Game.

If this whole cancer journey has taught me anything its patience. And I still struggle.

Okay, July 2009, everyone’s happy and healthy and were just living our lives. One morning, Mum wakes up with a sore neck, we all think nothing of it and she just takes panadol and goes to work.

Next morning, pain gets worse. Goes to doctors. Doctor prescribes heavier pain relief. Takes Panadeine Forte. Doesn’t do anything.

Next morning, still in agony. Goes to doctor. Doctor says go to chiropractor. Mum refuses, knowing it will make her neck worse.

Begs doctor to do scans. Doctor sends her off for scans.


Finds out, that its secondary cancer in the top two vertebrae’s of her neck. Devastated.


That was just a bit of a rundown of how it all happened. That night we were staying with Dad. And he said we were going to Mum’s house for dinner and a chat. I was so tired and kept asking if I could stay home. Dad kept saying no. I didn’t understand.

We pulled into the driveway at mums. My aunties’ three cars we parked out the front. And I immediately knew something was wrong.

We walked inside and Mum was sitting on the floor with my aunties and they all seemed really weird. Mum slowly told us, that she had gotten our favourite people over to help soften the news.

She told us that the sore neck she had been getting was cancer, and that we would try chemo, and radio, and everything else, but once it’s in your bones, there wasn’t much hope. The one thing that she said that made me cries, and when I say cry, I really mean ball, and actually hurt when you cry was,

“It might be my turn to go.”

I just cried and cried and cried. It just wasn’t fair. It seemed unreal. Like what mum was saying wasn’t true.

But were all still going, apart from the fact that, chemo hasn’t worked. So maybe it is her turn to go. But who knows, it could be yours tomorrow.

Make everyday count.