1st January

This time last year, I laid in my hospital bed over new years & welcomed 2015 on a teenage cancer ward. This year, I welcomed 2016 quietly with friends and reflected on what a roller-coaster year I had. I had been waiting to say goodbye to 2015 for so long, and now I happily can. The year that brought me down on so many low levels, which has only allowed me to appreciate the highs so much more. I am extremely thankful for the help I received last year and most importantly thankful for my much improved health and the relief of being in remission.

 I am more than ready for a bigger, better and healthier 2016. 

So, I welcome January with a positive mind and attitude. Happy, Happy, Happy New Year. 

Ending & Starting the Year at UCLH

I spent 2 and a half long, daunting weeks at the University College London Hospital where I would start my chemotherapy. If im honest my hospital experience is quite a blur, its as if my brain doesn't want me to remember that part of my life.

What I do remember is that I was in a private room and I just kept to myself. Honestly, I was selfish. I didnt want to get involved with any sick people, which now makes me feel like a total bitch. I hardly left my room and slept the days away. I cant even remember my Christmas day that well, my favourite time of year. I was lucky enough to have a good solid unit around me full of friends, family and my boyfriend that came to visit me to keep me half sane. My mum didnt leave my side the whole time and slept in the bed next to me. I bet she was missing her bed at home just as much as me.

Not only did I spend the Christmas period in hospital, but I went into 2015, in hospital. But to me, that didnt even matter anymore, I was with the most important people in my life.