Yesterday my mum was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer. She was first diagnosed in 2004, then twice again, as well as another primary cancer. She is the bravest woman I know, I was 5 when she was first diagnosed and am now 18 and she has fought to see me and my two siblings grow up. The news that no matter how hard she fights I am going to lose her scares me so much. Her cancer has appeared in her bone marrow but they can't start treatment yet until they can work out how her bone marrow is behaving. She has always been my inspiration and I wish I had her strength to help me accept this, but I'm still hoping for someone to pinch me and I can wake up and it was all just a bad dream. I need her for all the big things, I need her on my wedding day, when I have my babies, but I also need her for the other big things like a shoulder to cry on, to support me when it feels like the world is against me, when I need a cuddle or to pass me my face wash when I forget to bring it into the bath with me. I know there are other young women like me who will never be ready to lose their mum, I need some support x