The Cancer Journey of a Bereaved Sibling.0
My name is Laura and my little sister passed away from cancer.
I wasn’t too sure how to start this blog so I thought I might as well get straight to the point. Cancer did that thing where it sucks you up into this big black hole, spins you around for a while and spits you back out in a different place with something important missing. That’s what this blog will be about, my cancer journey and how I have dealt with my grief. I will be discussing some of the tough emotions that I faced and am still facing and how I have managed to be ok. But I’ll talk more about that later.
Let me introduce myself. I just turned 20, yesterday actually. It’s a pretty big milestone! I live in Brisbane with my Mum, Dad and Brother (Matthew). I’m also about to graduate at the end of the year with a Bachelor of Nursing. It’s almost time to be a real adult.
I may as well start at the start. It seems like a pretty good place to get the ball rolling. In 2009 I moved to a new school. Everything was going pretty smoothly until my sister started complaining about having these growing pains – pretty normal right? Wrong. After a trip to the doctors due to my intense nausea and stomach pains (turns out I had appendicitis) and my sisters leg pains we were told she needed more tests and off to the Children’s Hospital she went. A week later, on my Brothers’ birthday, my Dad sat us down and broke the news. Kailee has a tumour.
Now my 15-year-old self just thought a tumour was a big black ball of yuck stuff that we could have removed with no troubles. Apparently it’s cancer and it needs chemotherapy and radiation. Not as simple as I thought. Confusing was one way of describing it. I hadn’t really seen my dad cry before. I felt scared and sick at the same time. I remember sitting there and just crying. Not really because I knew the finer details, but more that I knew something wasn’t right and that she wasn’t well. And that’s only the beginning.
I’ll keep posting regularly but if you ever need to chat or want to share your story, please feel like you can.
I would like to just let you know that it may seem like things will never get better, but take it from someone 5 years out. It does. And it's worth working towards.