My mum's off to the oncologist tomorrow. She finds out when she'll have the chemotherapy and what type it will be. Next Monday, she's having a full body scan where they check for any other cancers in the body. I can't imagine how she's going to be feeling. I, myself am terrified.
I guess all we can do now is hope for the best.
Good luck, mum. We love you. x

I dream of hugging my mum whilst knowing that it doesn't cause her pain.

for mum.

"I know you have a little life in you yet
I know you have a lot of strength left."

-This Woman's Work, by Kate Bush.

I found a website the other day for teenagers with parent's who have cancer. It's called "riprap" and you can find it at:
http://www.riprap.org.uk/
There are stories from young people who are going through the same thing and there are also tips to help you deal with the situation. I really do reccommend this website.

I also started reading a book called "Even The Eyebrows?" by Sharon Morrison. It's an account of a woman's experience with breast cancer. It's not a scientific, vague book about the disease...it's straight-forward and to the point with a bit of English wit to lighten the mood!
This book is not only helpful for those with breast cancer, but for the friends or loved one's supporting them so they are aware of what they will be going through.

I hope this helps you in anyway possible.
x

Right. Slow this down. About two months ago, I was the average teenager;
I was self-involved, body concious, boy-crazed, stressed by exams and - normal.
But now it's January, the beginning of a year. 2010 to be precise.
I'm not sure of anything in my life right now, however there is one thing I am certain of...
...my mum has breast cancer.
And suddenly, I'm not the average teenager. I'm having to help my mum get dressed, I'm independent, I clean, I cook, I make sure my mum's taken her pills, I cry, I worry. I worry for my mum's life. Everyday. Every minute. Every second.
Suddenly, I realise I no longer turn to my friend's for advice or help. This isn't some silly little problem over boys or clothes. This is real life.
I turn to adults, professionals to help me grab hold of the little normality I have. So we can make her better. Because, in the end, that's what all this pain is for.
It's for my best friend, my mum.