If you are reading this, thank you. This is my first blog and I’m a little apprehensive about it. However, I have had a stern word with myself and put things into perspective – fighting cancer is far harder than writing a blog. I’m doing this to chronicle what happens within a family when cancer takes over. It’s not necessarily my daughter’s journey, we feel that’s her story to tell when she is ready. ‘Who invited cancer?’ Is about the impact cancer has on our whole family and how we are coping with it. Of course, Eleri will be heavily featured, but it’s not going to be a day by day expose of her struggles – I’m not sure she will thank me for that in the future. We want this to be raw and truthful account of what happens when a family member is taken ill; thus far it’s not just been hard, it’s been almost intolerable. One hope is that this will reach other families that are traveling the same road. We want people to read this and find some comfort in our words, knowing that they are not alone. We are all fighting the same cruel battle against childhood cancer and we all want to win.
On a personal note, I’m furious. In fact, the fiery welsh girl in me is ‘tamping, raging, fuming!’. I can’t believe that cancer has taken a hold of my 7-year-old daughter and thrown our lives into complete and utter chaos. Cancer has crashed our family party. It has barged in, eaten our food, consumed copious amounts of our alcohol, kicked our dog, peed all over our toilet seat and thrown up in the strawberries. I am not happy, not happy at all. Needleless to say we want to kick it out, but don’t have the muscle or the might. We are not equipped to deal with this horrendous disease; enter the NHS and thank god they know what they are doing.
Eleri is receiving her treatment at Oxford Children’s Hospital. It is a wonderful, inspiring place. It is where some of the best minds in the world have come together to save all the poorly little people. They are superheroes and I wont ever be able to fully express the gratitude I have for the doctors and nurses that work tirelessly to save countless children. Yes, they delivered the worst news a family could ever receive, but they have also given us hope. No matter how bad we feel, they are always calm and provide reassurance that they can treat it. Treatment and survival is all we can ask for.
We are jumping on the train and holding on for dear life. Our next stop is unclear, but you are welcome along for the ride.
Bethan, Rob, Eleri and Owen x