Scan
The weeks leading up to your child’s scan are a kind of quiet storm. From the outside, life looks almost normal. School runs still happen. Dinners still get made. Conversations still fill the house. But underneath it all, there’s a constant hum , a tension that never quite switches off. It sits in your chest, in your thoughts, in the silence when the house finally goes to sleep… except you don’t. Sleep becomes a stranger in those weeks. You lie awake replaying everything. Every small symptom. Every “what if.” Every memory you wish you could forget but somehow feels sharper than ever. Your mind doesn’t rest it spirals. You tell yourself to be positive, to stay grounded, but anxiety doesn’t listen to logic. It just exists. Loud and persistent. The truth is, the anxiety is real. Deeply real. And it doesn’t matter how much time has passed. This was the time, three years ago, when everything changed. When the word “tumour” entered your life in a way we could never have prepared ...