Emmy was the most outgoing, sassy, 10 year old diva. We had just celebrated her 10th birthday when Emmy started being sick. It wasn’t much and we thought it was just a little chill in her tummy. A week later she was sick again and then was so sleepy over the weekend. We thought she was just exhausted from school.
The following week we had moved house and we were starting to get the Christmas decorations out to get into the festive spirit. By the weekend, Emmy became poorly, this time experiencing pain in her neck and increased drowsiness. I called our local out of hours and made an appointment. We ended up having paramedics out to see her as she got worse, but by the time they came, she seemed to have perked up.
Following their advice, we took Emmy to the out of hours appointment. Emmy quickly went down hill and during the appointment was falling asleep on the doctor. He thought it could be suspected meningitis and sent us to another hospital. There we were observed for hours and sent home as her obs were normal and her temperature hadn’t spiked.
By the next day, Emmy went downhill rapidly and didn’t recognise her nanny when she visited and she wasn’t making any sense. We rang 999 and were on our way in the ambulance back to the hospital.
There we were seen by a consultant who sent us for a CT scan after concerns over her behaviour (she was still very confused). It was then that I was given the devastating news that there was a tumour on her brain. Even the consultant was shocked to tell me as her symptoms were unusual. We were soon on our way to the children’s hospital where we were met by a huge team of consultants and surgeons who were planning how to treat Emmy and remove the tumour.
We were now dealing with an aggressive form of cancer
The intensive treatment that followed
Things all started happening quickly, with appointments being arranged to remove her staples, to have her radiotherapy mask fitted and tattoos (yes she has real tattoo dots) and then surgery to fit a central line in. We also made a trip to Oxford to have a procedure done for her fertility.
The day before Christmas Eve and on Christmas Eve itself, Emmy spent the day linked up to a machine to have her stem cells harvested ready for chemotherapy. It really was fascinating to watch.
With the tumour being aggressive, the treatment needed was going to be intensive and we were preparing ourselves for all side effects. The support has been amazing from day one, from the oncology team involved and her consultant.
We settled down for a few days to celebrate Christmas the best we could with Emmy and her siblings, trying not to think of cancer and what laid ahead of us. Emmy’s brother and sister have been through it with her and have been absolutely amazing and supportive of Emmy.
We had a few visitors come see her at home – Rosie Goodwin the author, RG The Baron who wrote a song for her and even Santa Claus and his elf came to visit. It was lovely making these memories for her to look back on.
A rocky start to the new year
New year started with radiotherapy and it started off rocky. Emmy was continuously sick after the first few days, so after deciding to have an NG tube fitted to help with medications and feed, she was soon back on her feet and tackling radiotherapy like the superstar she is.
Six weeks of intensive radiotherapy took its toll though, as on the third week, Emmy lost her hair. She wasn’t fazed by it and quickly started a collection of bandanas and winter hats. She was also gifted a wig from the Princess Trust and chose a beautiful brown, long and curly wig. Her face lit up when she received it, although she often goes about without a wig on, showing the world that she isn’t fazed about being bald.
She collected so many beads of courage that glow in the dark for radiotherapy, she couldn’t wait to pick one after each session. She went in and lay there awake every session listening to music. I often heard Ed Sheeran, Calum Scott and Alessia Cara blasting out from the room she was in.
We managed to get away for a week at the end of February down to Bournemouth just the five of us. Having quality time together made everything seem so worth it and more manageable and gave us the boost we needed ahead of chemo. We have amazing friends who helped with this. Our family and friends have all been amazing helping us from day one when we found out the diagnosis.
Through all the chaos, taking one day at a time
Emmy began chemotherapy at the end of March and let’s just say that the first three cycles have not gone smoothly. She has certainly kept everyone on their toes with all her temperature spikes, time spent in isolation and being tested for Covid-19 so many times, that she could probably swab herself now!
We even had a trip not so long ago to intensive care as she had a problem keeping her blood pressure stable. That was the scariest day of my life. Being alone with her in the midst of the pandemic has been so hard, as both parents are not allowed to be there. Emmy’s dad and I have struggled through, taking it in turns to be with her and to be at home with her siblings.
We are still on the chemotherapy journey and our emotions have been all over the place. I have lost track of where we are, what day we are on, even the date. The last date I can properly remember is the last day in November. Since then it’s just been a crazy roller-coaster ride. I’ve learnt to take things one day at a time with Emmy, because anything can happen in such a short amount of time. Emmy most certainly does anyway.
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