It's true. You always think it's the type of thing which happens to everyone else. That's why when I got the call from my mum saying that she is having a mastectomy and then a range of treatments to treat a disease which I still can't bring myself to say the name of, it hit me like a knife through my heart. It's like a bad dream I can't wake up from. I've only known for two days but the roller coaster of emotions has been intense. I go from complete positivity to uncontrollable crying in an instant. These moments are dictated by complete and utter fear - the realisation that I can't escape the reality - despite how artificial it can feel.

Right now I'm feeling ok. I've cried an absolute river of tears from the moment I got home from work. But there's one thing which really is a healer and that is talking. I have already learnt that people respond completely differently. Some are completely compassionate and some a more objective. However both of these types of conversation are both constructive and important. Through conversations with people, you come to learn of how many of your friends have been in the same position as you without you even realising. And... All of these people who have experienced this same cruel illness survived! So surely that means that really, it's all probably going to be an amazing life lesson. One whereby things are set to try us, but make us all united and more courageous... That's what I'm hoping for.