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Joanne, daughter
Finding out your mum has cancer is probably one of the worst things that can happen to a child, to anyone really. There I was at work when my dad called to say that they were both off to the hospital - to which I insisted on going. I remember, sitting in a sterile, unfriendly waiting room waiting to be seen by the doctor - the news wasn't good and we weren't prepared....the rest seems like a blur from all the treatments, the crying, the learning about the next stages to the recovery - you live this thing with the individual - you have to, no-one should do this alone.I suppose, for me - it was the support network that mum needed that was most important, so that's what I set out to be - one of many in a big group who pull together in times like these. To say that cancer changed our lives is an understatement - to say that it doesn't make you think twice about being invincible, a grave understatement - it's brought on a whole new mum, a whole new family and a whole new loving, support network and with the great news that the cancer has gone - it's 'hopefully' going to remain a strong family/friend network for many years to come. For the test it set, cancer has enlightened our lives, as the family, in a way you can never predict....
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