Some of you may know, but most of you won’t: seven years ago, my mum was first diagnosed with breast cancer. She fought it, hard. Then it came back several more times and she kept fighting it.
For the past few months she’s been having chemo every Friday and on last Friday she came home with some bad news. It’s gotten more aggressive and spread to her lungs and her liver. They’re going to ravage her with crazy strong bouts of more chemo and she’s going to get very ill, but it won’t get rid of it. They told her that they don't know how long she’ll have left.
I have a younger sister – she’s nearly seventeen – and I’m only twenty-one. I have a job that pays just over the minimum wage and my dad has another family nearly an hour away. She told me that she’s going to sign the house over to me and ‘make arrangements’. I stopped listening at that point.
During the night I decided that I would apply to be my little sister’s legal guardian to ensure that my dad wouldn’t make her move away from her college to live miserably with him and the stepmonsters.
I have no idea when this is going to happen, when all of these plans will come to fruition. When I’ll be 21 and in charge of a four-bedroom house and a seventeen year old. But it will happen.
What I’m trying to say is that I might disappear. But I might not. Blogging and books might once again be my saving grace. I just don't know yet, and I’d really quite like not to find out for a very long time. But when it happens, things will change.
And I see you all as my friends and I wanted you to know. I called two of my best friends when I found out; one came up from near Winchester (two hours away) the next morning, and the other came down from university, blowing off filming for an assignment. They’ve already been amazing and I know you guys’ll have my back as well.