Hi I'm Elise and I am 23. I have never written a blog before but I thought it might help.
Ok where to start? When I was 13 my dad died of cancer of the oesophagus. It was hard and people at school never treated me the same after my time off grieving. Mum was my strength, we became very close like best friends. i move away when I started uni. I moved to bristol from hertfordshire. I graduated and found it hard to get on to a Post grad teaching course so I decided to become a nursing assistant in the mean time, working in the Bristol Royal Infirmary. Then a few days ago my little world got wrecked once more. I got a call from my mum telling me shes got cancer. Every childs worse nightmare after already losing one parent to it. She gave me the low down on it. Its a really rare peritoneal cancer that they only treat in 2 places in the uk. Both places are at least 3 hours away from Hertfordshire. She explained exactly which of her organs have been affected, and for the first time ever I resent being a nursing assistant as I understand exactly what everything means, even though she doesn't. It really does not look good, she just hasn't been told that yet. Wish I didn't understand the implications and the medical jargon. She told me she is scared and so I've agreed to move. At the moment Im selling everything I own which isn't a lot as I am only 23, just furniture and stuff as I can't bring it with me. I will become her full time carer, which scares me, as my sister is in Oz and my brother lives far away with 3 little ones to look after so they can't really help. My whole life is going to be put on hold. I don't know a single person other than my mum in Hertfordshire and I am so scared of being alone.
