Never Forget *Narry*

Something You Ought To Know

Hey guys.

I know it's been so long since I last updated and even longer since I (personally) have actually written anything for this book, and no, this isn't an update I'm afraid. But PLEASE don't stop reading. It is so incredibly important to me that you read this.

Before I get started on the real stuff, today was my last day of school and on the side there is a picture of me and 2 of my best friends. I am the one on the right and this is the first time I'm posting a picture of myself on here, so.... :))

I realised I missed my 1 year Wattpad anniversary :(( (April 5th for those interested) but anyways, that's irrelevant.

I have been a member of this community for 1 year, 1 month and 4 days a matter of minutes ago. But no one on here really knows that much about me. I want to share something personal with you guys and after having spoken to nearly all of you over this time period and just now to my closest Wattpad friends on kik, I feel it's time you guys should know something about me that is... A pretty major aspect of my life and character.

You see, I'm sick, and I kind of have been for a long time now, longer than I've been in this fandom. This isn't some sob story and last thing I want from you guys is your sympathy, I want you to treat me as normal after I've told you and not be afraid to ask questions or talk to me about it. Some of you may wonder why I would tell you something in the first place - I feel I have kept this from this part of my life for far too long. I think I wanted to separate my personal and online life totally and completely, but, now, I feel like I've been hiding this massive secret from you guys and now it has to be announced.. Instead of everyone knowing from the get-go.. If that makes sense?

Anyways, you're probably all wondering what it is now? (that is, if you're still reading - if you are, please please please comment "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" (I went to the Harry Potter studios in London on Sunday and got a mah-hoo-sive Marauder's Map mug, sue me))

Here goes nothing.

In March 2011, I was diagnosed with an osteosarcoma (cancerous tumour) in my right leg. I had 8 months of horrible chemotherapy that made me ill, tired and caused me to lose all my hair. I couldn't walk without crutches and I couldn't go to the toilet without my mum. I was 12 at the time and I lost all the independence I had built up over the years and it really took a toll on me. 3 months into my chemo, I had an operation that removed the top 12 centimetres of my fibula, where the tumour was. Due to where the tumour was, the surgeon had to cut through a nerve when removing the bone and I know have lost the ability to lift my right foot up, a necessary part of walking (just fyi). This means that I walk at a very slow pace, I can't run and I often trip over my own foot and injure myself a great deal.

I was ok. I was on the mend, my hair was growing back, I was in remission.. For 8 months until July 2012 when several tumours showed up on both my right and left lung. I had another gruelling round of chemotherapy that was 50 times worse than the last. For 2 to 3 months I was throwing up every day, I was sleeping for hours and hours on end and I was practically starving myself. I was throwing up so much that I felt physically ill even thinking about food. Of course, that was dangerous and as much as I knew that, nothing changed and I still refused to eat, not out of stubbornness, just plain old fashioned sickness. I lost a tremendous amount of weight and had to be put on a feeding tube, which feed me directly into my stomach, so I didn't even have to physically eat anything. I threw up several of those tubes that were feeding me and nothing was really working. I was very sick. The chemo wasn't shrinking the tumours and there seemed to be no alternative.

I owe my friend's mum my life. She made it her mission to go out and research and find me a surgeon that was willing to operate on my, still quite large, tumours (something which none of the doctors I had come across before were willing to do). She found Mr Coonar and in October 2012, I had an operation on my right lung, removing all tumours, even the tiny little nodules. In December of that same month, 3 days after Christmas, Mr Coonar operated on my left lung and, after just over a week in hospital, I was again given the all clear and again I was in remission.