My Cancer Story

chapter 1

Most people want a new car, new house, money, popularity but I just want one thing and that's to survive.

Hi,my name is Sarah Jones and I was diagnosed with leukaemia at a young age of 3 years old. I have now been suffering cancer for almost 12 years now. I know what your thinking,this is going to be one of them depressing cancer stories making you feel sorry for me, but guess what...its not! Obviously I was so young,I never knew what was going on but what I did know,was that I was in pain. It was heartbreaking news to my family because as I was so young it was difficult for both them and myself to take on board. I became weaker and weaker as the days went by until the doctors couldn't help me anymore than they were and refused to keep providing me with medicinal properties. I knew that as I got older, I was in a risk of dying and that's not a thought I'd ever imagined me rethinking every day. However I carried on with my life just like any other person fighting cancer would,I tried to make my parents proud of me each day even by doing the littlest things like getting out of bed in the morning. They didn't mind so much if I was to stay in bed all day because of how Ill I was,the odd days I could be bothered to get dressed, I usually put on my comfiest joggers from the brand 'pink' and one of my pyjama tops. Then I would go downstairs and watch my favourite TV show 'dance moms'.Kalani was by far my favourite,she made me feel inspired In a way. So just like any other kid suffering cancer, I knew I was going to die, but just never knew when.

My cancer story began when I was 3 years old,one day I was really ill and my parents thought this was an excuse to get out of going to nursery, I hated it!no one there liked me. I refused to get out of bed,my lungs refused to process and I couldn't breathe. Then my parents realised it wasn't something a 3 year old joked about and they started to panic. I went all dizzy and my vision was blurry.

My parents being the parents they were, rushed me into Durham hospital (where I always went into the treetops section.)My favourite doctor,Mark,treated me whilst I was there. He had to drug me so I could go to sleep while the examiners done a lot of injections and tests on me to find out what was wrong. About 5 hours later I was carried out the dressing room as I was still sleeping, the drugs wore off after 6 hours. Apparently when I came out a mix of worry and excitement crossed my parents faces and they exchanged glances.

"I'm extremely sorry to have to tell you this Mr and Mrs Jones, but after we have examined Sarah and it's been founded that she has...leukaemia. I'm so sorry,I'll leave you for a while to let it sink in."mark explained

My mom said with a wimpering cry in the way she spoke "okay thankyou very much to concluding us to this."

When mark left my mother buried her head into my father's muscular shoulders.my dad took the news to a shock. I was very close with my father,we would dance around the kitchen for hours on end,he would take me to the park every Saturday and now he felt like he couldn't do this anymore because it could make me even more Ill than I already was. This is where it all started off and my life was pretty much ruined unless I could fight it which would be tough.