So, hi everyone! My name is Graeme and I’m a 22 year old man/boy (I’ll let you decide) from cork. Im working as a care assistant for cope foundation and I absolutely love it. I’m a newbie when it comes to this blogging thing but the reason I’m after starting is because I recently received some bad news health wise and I wanted to share my story with everyone and raise awareness to this disease that I have.

As most of you guys know I’ve had some…a lot of trouble with my lower back the last few months and I genuinely put it down to it being just from lifting clients in work. Never did I imagine what the actually problem was. I went to the doctors and they said it was muscle spasms and even sciatica! But there was something in the back of my mind that kept saying “this pain is far too intense to be just a pulled muscle or whatever”. So around the end of October, start of November it had gotten so bad that I could barely walk/ sit down/ bend down etc.. I couldn’t even sleep. It had gotten to the point where I had to take multiple days off work because I just couldn’t do anything in there. So one day myself and my Mam went to the doctor and she requested I get an MRI done. The following week I went in and the pain was so bad that I couldn’t even lie down on the MRI bed for the whole 15 minutes that it took. Things were bad.

So the MRI happened on the 22nd of December, now fast forward to two days later the 24th of December, Christmas Eve. I was staying in my nans when I received a phone call off an unknown number; now usually I’m reluctant to answer unknown phone calls (it’s just a thing I have) but for some reason I did and I was not expecting what I heard, it was a doctor from the clinic where I had gotten the scan done and I will never ever forget the words that came out of his mouth “the results of your scan have come back and I’m afraid I have some bad news, there seems to be an abnormality and it looks like acute lymphoma”. Now I knew what lymphoma was and that alone sent me off in a weakness, I had to hold onto the banister because I genuinely felt like I was going to faint. He basically informed me that I had to get myself to CUH A&E as soon as possible. And off we went, myself, my nan, my Mam (who had to leave work) and my grandad.

Basically I got to hospital on Christmas Eve and didn’t end up leaving until the 12th of January, that’s a whole 19 days in hospital. And in those 19 days I had numerous amounts of tests done one me including blood tests, X-rays, MRIs and the worst one of all I had to get a lumbar puncture (look it up if you don’t know what it is). Then I got the worst news anyone could ever get, I have cancer.. Ewing Sarcoma to be exact. It’s a cancer of the bone and soft tissue and it’s extremely rare. Trust me to get it haha, so for myself things are going to be whole lot different from here on out but it’s a fight I have to fight and no doubt I’ll come out the better person in the end.. just hope I don’t get too banged up along the way but who knows what the future has in store for me.

The whole point of this blog is just to give ye all an insight into the life of a young adult who is fighting cancer and spread awareness about the type of cancer that I have. I hope to post every week once a week maybe twice if I’m feeling up to it šŸ¤£ so thank you all for reading and see ye all soon!

-Graeme x