My Story
He thought it was heartburn for three years. I was seven. I can remember all the Gaviscon in the kitchen, and the smell of Complan milkshake powder. It was stomach cancer. And when he found out it was too late. Less than a year later I lost my dad. I spent almost a year of my childhood walking through hospital corridors, sitting in sterile rooms. I can still remember the glass corridor in the Christie that would bake you in summer. Me and mum used to run through it. My dad died on my eighth birthday. I want to help stop other children going through what I did, so they can have a full and normal childhood.
