My brother and I both knew that mum was going for her results after months of tests and lots of needles.

We had to be picked up by our friends and taken to their place. Our family was so positive that the lump in her lung would just be nothing.

Dad came to pick us up that afternoon, he didn't say much but didn't give away anything in front of my friends' mum. The drive home was quiet and my brother and I were still buzzing after having a great time at our friends.

"Turns out that emotion changed quickly."

We came home and did the normal stuff, dumped our bags, took off our shoes and were about to go and have a drink. We both walked down the hallway to find my mum and my Gran both just standing there with tears and red eyes.

The first thing that came out of my mums mouth was "kids they found cancer". Tears automatically started rolling down my face and I was in so much shock. Unfortunately the first thing you think is "My mums going to die."

"Everyone says think positive"

but no one can prepare you for that and the thoughts that go through your head in that one second are unbelievable. That night was pretty hard as everyone was crying all night long. I guess none of us relised what was to come ahead.

After a month the doctors finally said that they will operate. The first night was hard letting go, the nurse was there and I would not let go of mum, but I had to walk away and just like in the movies you really can't look back.

"The night after would've been one of the worst nights of my life"

The night of mums operation. We sat there for a while just waiting and waiting. Unfortunately I had a cold and was afraid I wouldn't be able to see mum after a big procedure. The doctor finally came in to say that it's over and she's just waking up.

Ended up that they had to cut a bigger hole and take out more than expected. We go to walk in and I was allowed in thankfully. As my brother, dad and I were walking down everyone was sleeping but mum down the end was restless and in pain. It was one of the biggest shocks to see her in that condition.

We sat down and comforted her for about two hours. During that I did not cry once, only for the fact that I had to stay strong for my brother. But it got to the stage where I just starting shaking, I just couldn't stop. Leaving was again one of the hardest things and that night I hardly got any sleep. The next few days were also the hardest as

"taking up all the duties mum had was hard."

Plus school and visiting her. My day would simply be going to school, get home, make dinner, go to hospital and come home again. One of the good days were simple things like when my cold was over and I got to give my mum a hug.

Another was being there for when she started walking and the day she came home. I still remember walking past the main desk and the nurse saying "sh'es coming home today." I ran down to her ward and there she was with open arms smiling with her suitcase packed and ready to go.

"It was one of the most exciting nights."

These days nothing much has changed, I still have all her duties and mum is going through 8 doses of chemotherapy but only 1 to go and I can't wait.

After all this, cancer has bought our family closer and being a teenager you truly find who your real friends are, and who will be there for life.