On this day (25th April) six years ago I woke up on my 22nd birthday and was opening my presents when my mum called me to tell me my beautiful cousin Georgie had passed away a few hours before. Just like that this day had changed into the most bittersweet day of the year for me – the day I celebrate getting another year older is now also the day we mark another year without the heartbeat of our family. I spent the rest of that horrible day in a daze and geared myself up for something that had been inevitable for some time – life without Georgie. Today I think the best way to honour my cousin is to try and raise awareness with his story.
George lost his mum to cancer when he was fourteen months old. A few months later he was diagnosed with cancer on his second birthday. I remember the day like it was yesterday, I was sat by the stairs with my little sister whilst everyone was screaming and crying around us. It is one of my earliest memories as I was only five at the time.
At one point during his first cancer battle he was given a 5% chance of survival but he somehow managed to beat it and went on to become an active, loving and healthy young boy. The fact that his mum had died mere months before his diagnosis had been brushed off as an unfortunate coincidence by doctors at this point.