One: Don't Tell
No one could have predicted for this to happen.
It was just so sudden and unexpected, so unexpected.
This year may have been the best yet worst year for my whole family and I.
Demi got to travel around the world again, sharing her passion and talent with everyone around.
Mum released a book that's been pretty successful.
Dallas' song got quite popular and known.
Maddie got nominated for the best short film of the year, then proceeded to releases another remarkable story on screen.
As you can tell, everyone has achieved something positive.
But in my opinion, the negative outweighs the positive.
I mean, of course, it's incredible to be able to achieve so much success as a family but if the whole family celebrate one's success; if one falls, we fall together.
It has never been easy for any of us.
Mum had to get out of an abusive relationship with two daughters, struggling with her own mental health; Demi and Dally had to watch their biological father destroy himself due to addictions, seeing the drugs and alcohol take over his whole life, the illness controlling his decisions and priorities; The bullying, self harm, addiction, disorders- it was just never easy.
Nothing is ever easy.
So, God is putting our family love and strength to a test yet again this year.
Demi's in rehab.
Maddie is falling down a deep, dark hole of depression, leaving long, painful lines on her beautiful body.
Dally seems to get skinnier with each day passing, looking like a little teenage girl, yet she's thirty.
Mum just doesn't show her emotions anymore, although she's the first to try and help.
Dad just tries to support us all.
And I- Well, I have cancer.
About four months ago, I was just taking a casual shower after coming back from my friend's house and I felt a lump on the side of my chest.
It hurt a little but I thought it was just a bruise of some kind, although it was strange as I didn't recall hurting myself so badly to the point of having a lump but I brushed it off.
As time passed, the lump didn't minimise but started to be more painful so I told my mum.
She was quick to call a doctor without telling me as to why she was so worried.
I soon found out why when the doctor told me it could potentially be cancer.
Strangely, I didn't panic, didn't cry or feel scared.
I felt fine.
That feeling didn't change when the doctor confirmed I indeed have cancer.
Breast cancer.
Mum wasn't as calm as me though.
Even before, she was already a stressed mess due to Demi's relapse and Maddie's negative view on recovery, so this was just a final punch to the gut for her.
We both agreed to just inform Dad for now so it wouldn't affect any of my sisters' mental healths.
I then started chemo therapy which was supposed to happen every three weeks to reduce the cancer in my chest.
