It was mothers day and I had woken up hungover and had to travel up to st andrews from Edinburgh from my girlfriend's, I had work in the morning that I could see far enough.

When I got on the bus, I sat down and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, I thought nothing of it and fell asleep. I woke up and stared out at the grey little towns I passed through. I remember feeling very sad, I'd been away from home so long and I missed being with the family. The pain came back then and started in my elbow and fingers too. In that instant I started crying because I just knew that it was cancer, I was 24.

I pushed it to the back of my mind for weeks then saw my G.P, a physiotherapist and two shoulder specialists. I eventually convinced my self that it was a pulled ligament or trapped nerve but then after 2 months of waiting and a bone biopsy I was told I had a high grade stage 2 oesteosarcoma on my upper humerus.

Six months later, one successful forequarter amputation and some lung metastasis thrown in for fun and I'm sitting here completely bald, telling the internet I have cancer. Things are looking up though.

My love to each and everyone of you!