But seriously, cancer sucked. It sucked the day I found out I had it. It sucked the day I started chemotherapy. It sucked when I watched all my mates turn 21 and celebrate their budding lives, while mine hung in the balance. It especially sucked when an inquisitive hospital cleaner said “you’ve been here for ages haven’t you?” around day 100, showing he didn’t just sweep aside garbage, but feelings too. In short, it sucked.
But somehow, I got through it. My mum prayed a lot. My Dad bought me endless McNuggets. And a team of amazing, superheros masquerading as doctors saved my life. For that, I can never thank them enough. But in living every day I have to the fullest, in making the most of this second chance at life, I will do my best to make it up to them, one story at a time.