I fucking hate cancer.

Waterloo road today really made me sadder than it ever has before, it was all about Brain Tumours and telling people things that not many people know. So I thought I would tell you something you don't know about Brain Tumours.

Mark is my dad's best friend ever, they've been bestfriends since school and have always been, I think they were closer than i've ever known anyone to be. He's one of those people that you count as your family, and don't even give it a second think that they aren't, but he was like another dad almost, and has been close to our family since my mum and dad got married. Two years ago, Mark was diagnosed with a Brain tumour, which we found out from one of the worst phone calls I have ever received. He was told that there was no way he was going to get better, because his cancer was too advanced. One of the one things he wanted to do was go on holiday with us, and because he couldn't fly we all went on a cruise for two weeks, and it was possibly one of the best but upsetting times of my life. Getting to spend that much time with someone is amazing, but when you know it could be the last time you see them is the scariest thing in the world. Less than a year after the cruise, Mark died. He was in his forties, had the most amazing wife who he'd only been married to for a few years and a three year old daughter who didn't have a clue what was going on. She didn't know that she was never going to see her dad again. That shouldn't happen to anyone. Not someone like that, not someone who is as amazing as him. He died two years ago to this month, and I miss him so much. I love you Mark.