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    DD, Aged 17

    When people would talk they didn't know what to say which was understandable.  more...

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    Mimi - 15 years old

    I lost myself doing stupid things, angry and sad and depressed at everything. I ended up failing my classes, not caring about school, and getting into fights.  more...

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    Chelsea - 14 years old

    I stuck my head round the door in the room mum was in, and she looked really ill. I couldn't understand what was happening - one minute my mum was fine and the next she was ill.  more...

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    Clair - aged 14

    Something I wish is I could just have one more day with my dad! - to tell him how much I love him and how sorry I am for all the bad things I have said and done to him!  more...

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    Nicole - 17 years old

    This time the doctors are unable to operate. He has already had 6 sessions of chemo and is having another 6 sessions. I cannot help feeling I may lose him.  more...

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    Rirrif - 15 years old

    I have been staying with my dad because my mom doesn't want me around when she is sick, which is all the time. My dad works at night so I spend a lot of time alone since I'm not with my mom. I'm afraid she is going to die and I'll blame myself for not being there more. more...

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    HT - 13 years old

    She has been so strong about this and is keen to put it all behind her.  more...


Cecilie - 23 years old

Both my mum and dad have had cancer in the last two years. Now they are both cancer-free so according to the rest of the world, I should be dancing for joy. I'm not, though.

Both my mum and dad have had cancer in the last two years. My mum went through chemo, radiation therapy and several surgeries. My dad went through chemo and surgery. For a while, we were told there was nothing they could do for him, but now they are both cancer-free.

So, according to the rest of the world, I should be dancing for joy. I'm not, though.

They've been left weak and broken by this experience. None of them are able to work right now and my mum for sure will never work again. They are in a lot of pain, take a lot of medicine. They have the bodies of old people. Their moods are not to be trusted, since one minute they can be happy, the next they can be angry or crying.

I'm angry. Angry that this had to happen to them, to my parents, my family. Angry that it is actually depressing to be around them. Angry that they don't have any money anymore. Angry that no one understands...

But in that anger there is also strength. I know what I can endure now.

More than I ever thought possible. I understand things some of my friends can't even imagine. I'm proud of myself for being able to mantain school, friends, social events. I also know my limits - I know when I need a break from it all. I'm glad because I've learned who my true friends are, whom I can count on. It's not all bad.

Even though there are days when I wish I could turn back time and make sure none of this ever happened... I can accept it. I can live with the anger, because I know that's not all I've got.

There's an old Danish saying that goes something like this: "You have to walk on the ground, even if it's red-hot." I think it means that we have to acknowledge and accept loss and the threat of loss with all its positive and negative consequences - no matter how red-hot they are. And when we do crisis becomes a part of live and not something we need to forget or sweep under the carpet.

Page updated 11 August 2015