When I was 8 years old, my mum was diagnosed with breast cancer. She only lived 6 weeks after she was diagnosed, as the cancer had spread so much. I had a younger brother and sister and I was confused and sad that my mum had gone. I remember her telling me she was going to sleep for a very long time and going to heaven. My dad was heart broken, he had lost his soul mate. It forced me to grow up a lot and I soon took my mums place, packing lunches, doing the washing and cleaning the house. It was hard. When I was 14 years old, my dad was diagnosed with kidney cancer. It looked okay at first but by the time I was 16, he was dying before my eyes. It was the most painful thing to watch him forget who he was and forget his kids. A week before he died, he could hardly speak. I didnt get to say goodbye to him. I am 17 years old now, and my brother is 15 and my sister 14. I worry about them so much. I miss my dad everyday, we were so close. I cant remember my mum and most of the time it feels as if she was never even here, because i cant remember her. I cant wait to see them again one day.
Page updated 18 July 2012