You were only 10 when I was diagnosed with leukaemia. Initially we didn’t want to tell you as you were so little. It was a scary time for everyone and we didn’t want you getting upset.
I can’t imagine what it was like for you trying to understand everything that was going on.
But you were my little side kick… having you beside me in the ward torturing me, playing games and even arguing with me kept me going.
Oh and not to forget how you were my dancing partner! Those hours we spent choreographing and practising routines in the corridors of the hospital ward (as strange as we may have looked), I really appreciated.
Those moments are what kept me strong and gave me determination.
Things were all looking up at Christmas that year, we were back on track and I was healthy again. You had your big sister back at home and life was back to normal.