That "probably nothing" turned out to be breast cancer.

I still feel like I'm drifting through a dream, like its not happening to me – because kinda stuff would never happen to me , this happens to older women who are sick.

I'm only 18 this is impossible, when i told my parents they seemed more concerned than me.

My mum burst into tears and my dad just hugged me, but for some reason i felt terribly guilty i never thought this was a big deal – i would get the treatment maybe lose a little hair , but that didnt bother me – then it would all be better.

I didnt fully understand what was happening so i liked to pretend nothing was happening at all.

I carried on as normal, i decided not to tell any of my friends because i didnt want them talking about me, "poor bella" was the statement i was dreading the most.

No-one should feel sorry for me.

I went to the hospital to start my chemo treatments - i never thought my hair falling out would bother me but it did – i hated the looks of sympathy people gave me – how they looked at my thin hair and un-healthy looks before they even noticed me!

I kept having to visit hospital more and more and ended up hating everyone there so much, i was so horrible to them – i was probs much worse than they deserved.

After all they were all just trying to help me.

I began to wonder if I even wanted help.

But it was on the 6th month of my cancer treatment that i found something i decided was worth living for.