I had Wilms’ Tumour and it changed everything. I went from being a happy, healthy kid to being a patient in the hospital. My parents were so worried about me and I could hear the terror in their voices as the doctors told them what was wrong. I wanted to scream and run away from it all, but I didn’t. I just tried to be brave and face it all.
The treatments were horrendous. I felt like my body was being poisoned and it was a constant battle between the cancer and the medication. There were days, many days, when I felt like giving up. But I found strength in my family, my friends and in myself. I pushed through the worst of it, but in the end it wasn’t enough.
I lost my battle with Wilms’ Tumour. It took me away from my family, my friends and my life. I was gone too soon, and it was devastating for those who loved me. The pain of loss and despair was unbearable, but they found comfort in knowing they had given me all their love, and that I was at peace.
I am gone, but I will never be forgotten.