Inspiration of Donal Walsh revealed in essay before his death
THE first time they told me I was at home, I was on the phone to my friend in our living room. It was Sept 11, 2008, when my mom came in. She didn’t have to say anything, I knew straight away what had happened. The test results were bad, and the tumour was malignant. I hung up the phone without saying anything. I felt like throwing it at the wall. But to be honest I didn’t know what it meant.
I was 12 and all I cared about was playing sport. I knew it was bad but I didn’t understand the severity of it. I had cancer, a tumour that had grown on my right femur just above my knee, and little did I know it would destroy parts of my life that I had never planned on letting go of.
