Custom Domain!

As some of you may or may not have noticed, I now have a .blog domain!

I’m really excited about this because it shows what I’m about haha~

This won’t change any of the content; it just means that I look a little more… professional?

Anyway, yay! 😀

The Worst Part of My Mum’s Cancer Treatment

You might not know this, as I haven’t really mentioned it much in my blog, but when I was 13/14, my mum was diagnosed with breast cancer. Actually, at the time she got diagnosed, I had just started at a new school, so I had to deal with that, my own mental health & social issues, and this at the same time. It was very hard to make friends when you’re constantly worrying about your mum. I did make friends but not very quickly or easily and they were hard to find. I’m lucky I found them eventually but, as I said, I did struggle a lot as well, especially considering I can’t make friends very easily anyway!

She was actually getting a mammogram for a problem she had in her other breast. She felt so lucky that she had that problem in her other breast because it might not have been diagnosed so early if she hadn’t had that. Like I said, it was diagnosed pretty early, which was good, but obviously I still worried a lot about her. At first, they thought she would need radiotherapy, but then they changed their mind, which was good. She instead had to have a number of operations and is still having operations at the moment. A lot of them got delayed due to skin infections, which has been very annoying for her!

But none of that is the worst part of her cancer treatment: the worst part was hormone therapy. This is the drug prescribed to stop the cancer coming back. The side effects are terrible and my mum said they were “like a toned-down version of chemotherapy.” She’s very happy that she never had to endure chemotherapy or radiotherapy, but she’s still suffering a lot. Her hair is in poor condition, she’s had joint pains, tiredness, rashes, and lots of other side effects that really affect her quality of life.

She’s been on the drug Tamoxifen for three years-ish and she’s decided to come off it. It is recommended to be used for at least five years but she just can’t deal with the side effects any longer, and I agree with her decision. She’s been a completely different person since being on the drug. Her mood has been down a lot. I just want her to be happy again — and I feel that coming off of this drug will do that for her. The drug doesn’t even guarantee that the cancer won’t reoccur so, in her opinion, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages. I really hope that she can come off of it soon and finally feel like her old self again!

Lia

My Reading Preferences | ‘Would You Rather’ Book Tag

Firstly, thank you Rebekah for tagging me for this. 😀

  1. Read only series or stand alone? I find that, when I get really into a book, and then suddenly it’s over, I’d love there to be a sequel (though sometimes it ruins the whole thing!) but I do mostly read stand-alone books. I love series too though, like Uglies and Chaos Walking.
  2. Read only female or male authors?
    My favourite authors are actually males, though I do like a lot of books written by females. In Uglies by Scott Westerfeld, he was a male writing but he got inside the mind of a female, and I think it worked wonderful. I don’t have a specific preference of gender, though my favourite authors just happen to be male.
  3. Shop at Barnes and Noble/Waterstones or Amazon?
    I actually edited this question because, over here in the UK, our Barnes and Noble is Waterstones. So, I just added that on. Whilst I love the smell of books, and will quite happily go to Waterstones if I’m already out, sometimes Amazon is just so much more convenient. It’s just ready whenever you are. I do get books from Waterstones every once in a while, and that’s more instant, which is nice.
  4. All books become movies or TV shows?
    I don’t really have a preference! TV shows are good sometimes because they last longer, I suppose? By that, I mean, you get the anticipation of each week’s episode. On the other hand, movies are lovely to just get some popcorn out and chill in front of.
  5. Read 5 pages per day or 5 books a week?
    It used to be a book or two a week but now I’ve kinda not been reading for a while. I don’t know why, to be honest. Just haven’t been in a reading mood. Hopefully I will read more again soon.
  6. Be a professional reviewer or author?
    Author, definitely. That’s been my dream since I was about eight. I mean, I’ve been writing my whole life, but I didn’t consider my career path until I was eight. At first, I thought it would be super easy. Just, you know, go publish a book. I know it’s a lot harder than that now. I’m not eight anymore. I’m not the best reviewer in the world; my reviews tend to be brief. I’d just love to be an author.
  7. Only read your top 20 favourite books over and over, or always read new ones? Whilst reading your favourite books again is a nice reminder, I think reading new books is a really nice thing to do and it definitely can help you find new authors or genres that you like.
  8. Be a librarian or a bookseller?
    Maybe being a librarian? I think there are more books in libraries that can be about really random things and sometimes I just go to a library, pick out a random book, and just read it there and then. I mean, bookshops are lovely, but they aren’t as random with the books they have, in my experience. I don’t know. Random is cool. Also, at libraries, you’re allowed to read there, whereas you have to actually buy the books at bookstores.
  9. Only read your favourite genre or every genre but your favourite? Well, I don’t have a favourite genre. I just like any book that is good! I read all varieties of books, to be honest. I don’t even just stick with YA; I read adult books a lot too! My mum usually has some good suggestions for me. So, I suppose, then, I would go with every genre but my favourite, because I don’t have a favourite genre! Science-fiction is awesome, but so is realism, and they’re kinda at opposite ends of the scale.
  10. Only read physical books or e-books?
    Physical books. I have tried reading e-books in the past, and I just can’t get into them! Plus, the smell of physical books is amazing.
    I tag: My Mind Speaks Aloud and A New Chapter — and anyone else who wants to join in, feel free 😛

    Thanks again to Rebekah, and thanks to everyone who’s read this! 🙂

My Five Minutes of Fame

http://www.worthingherald.co.uk/news/girl-writes-poem-about-having-autism-1-7766168

This article is my five minutes of fame, I think? My local newspaper interviewed me last week and then today the article was published online and I think it might be out in print later this week.

It’s kinda awesome, in a way, apart from the terrible photograph. My dad sent off the poem and then was like “oh, by the way, I just sent off one of your poems to the newspaper” and I was like “oh cool” without thinking much of it, because honestly, I didn’t think they would respond. But they did, and now I’m in the newspaper.

You can read it if you like but, if you’ve seen my Instagram, you will already have read the poem on there. 🙂

2012 [Poem]

It was 2012,

I was 12,

the world crumbled

around me,

I fell,

It was 2012,

I was 12,

the year of the diamond jubilee,

the London Olympics,

and it was also the worst year

of my life,

it was the year when my innocence

became something of the past,

it was the year when I was tormented so bad

that I thought a blade would help,

it was the year when I thought she would die

and it was the year I thought I would too,

except for her she wouldn’t want it,

it was the year that I had nobody,

no friends, except my cats,

it was the year that I got told I was worthless

over and over and over and over and over

until eventually, I knew it was true,

because why would anyone lie to me?

it was the year I had my face pulled tight

so no one would see me crying

except for one incident

where my IT teacher caught me crying

into my coat,

but that was a one-off,

and no one knew the real reason except one

and then two and then three and it was all too many

especially when that police officer asked for me

and I thought it was me that was in trouble

but she told me it wasn’t me,

it was him,

it was him,

and I didn’t say a word,

but it was also the year my parents lifted my sleeves

and wept,

because I wasn’t the daughter they thought I was,

I was much more damaged,

when I said school was good,

I meant helpmepleasehelpmeicanttakeitanymore

and it was the year I refused to come inside one night,

sat outside shivering,

because my parents knew and I couldn’t deal with how real it was,

how before I had been fine suffering on my own

but now I was suffering with others:

2012, the year I don’t speak of, that I just spoke of.

2012, the year that destroyed me, but repaired me.

2012, the year that chopped off my legs, then gave me stilts.