Graham Brown💙🇺🇦

I only had eighteen Christmase. My last normal Christmas was in December 2012. I was fifteen years old. I loved Christmas, especially Christmas Eve. 2013 was not a normal Christmas. I'd just finished thirty-two days of radiotherapy to my brain and spine. The radiotherapy burnt my oesophagus and my spine. They told me I'd be able to eat by Christmas day. I couldn't. I survived for eight months on the same four foods, I couldn't eat anything else. Christmas 2014 was magical - I had a good year. I really thought I would beat cancer. I didn't. 2015 was a worse year than 2013. There was rapid progression. The tumour had infiltrated the whole left hemisphere of my brain. My speech was worse, as I had facial palsy. I had started the dying process. I was then eighteen years old I died on 24.2.2016 five days after my 19th birthday Every year, since I died, my mother has bought a bauble. She now has nine of them. Every bauble has a date on it, marking another year that I have been gone. That's the only 'present' she can buy me. My mother and brother have worked tirelessly raising awareness and funding. Please RT with thanks charlottesbag.com/