Fifteen

Regrettably, I blinked.

This is for those who understand the crush of a six-letter word, no warming 'Hello' or 'Goodbye'.

Every 15-minutes someone will get diagnosed, that's almost 42,000 people every year; nearly 55% of that figure are male.

"Dad, can't you could die from Cancer?"

No shit Sherlock.

I remember, being surrounded by white walls, looking up at your epidural. I closed my eyes and slept with you. You'd be awake later, I could hold your hand then.

Cancer will always be one of the most difficult, awkward things to discuss. It encompasses other very personal and delicate aspects of your personal life, not that I was willing to have a conversation with my parents about sex.

If I'm honest, I was more upset about not being able to accuse my Dad of not flushing the chain after taking a poo.

Looking at the situation I know an entire sea of water can't sink a ship unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly, the negativity of this world can't put you down unless you allow it to get inside of you.

Now, I don't take time for granted. I know there's no need to take three hours to get ready, especially when you cuddle me with crazy hair and morning breath.

I know you'll have to go one day but, I don't want it to be until I'm old and grey. To see your face in a picture frame, having to walk up to a tree to make sure you're okay.

But, as long as you feel pain you are still alive. As long as you make mistakes, you're still human, and as long as you keep trying, there is still hope.

From anything, you must find the place inside yourself where nothing is impossible. I know there are going to be days when you don't feel beautiful but, you're always going to be beautiful to me.

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