“When I first hurt my leg, I had no idea it was cancer. I remember going for an MRI after my netball carnival and the doctor sent me outside to sit with my sister. Then I just heard Dad crying from the doctor’s office. And my dad, maybe like yours when you were younger, was a superhero − he could fix everything. I’d never heard him cry, so that was the moment I knew it was bad. I looked over at my sister Maddy and just said: “Mads, I’ve got cancer.”
“I went back in, and Mum and Dad just looked at me with this look I’ll never forget, one of ‘how can this be our little girl… how can this be happening to us?’ And my cancer journey started from there – just like that I was ‘the girl with cancer’.
“I went from thinking ‘I might miss a few weeks of netball’, ‘I might miss a season’, ‘I might never get to play again’, ‘I might lose my leg’, to ‘I might lose my life.’”