Few memories of my illness
I don’t remember much from when I was in hospital with this awful cancer but I do have a few memories. My first memory was being pinned down by my parents for injections. I hated them. I would fight against having them every day, but they were vital for my survival and keeping on top of this horrible disease.
I also have some good memories, running up and down the hallway with the other children on the ward. I didn’t let anything stop me being a little monkey.
I am glad I don’t remember much because from what I have heard there weren’t many good moments – just constant worry.
Anyway, I am now a healthy 16-year-old lad working hard at my A levels. I love playing football and am very sporty.