At 14, suffering numbness in my legs, an X-ray revealed a grapefruit-sized tumour on my spine - it was cancerous neuroblastoma.
An op removed most of the tumour, although I spent two years in hospital on high-dose chemo - but I survived.
Mum Michelle, now 43, Dad Clinton, 45, and brother Max, 7, pulled me through. Then...
‘The cancer’s under control,’ the doctor said in August 2012.
But, 18 months on, I needed more treatment. Thankfully, the cancer shrank. Now stable, I have scans every three months.
And, since then, I’ve got involved with charities The Archie Foundation and Solving Kids’ Cancer.
Last Easter, I arranged a supercar experience at Alford Race Track for around 35 kids. I’ve also organised a ball and a live Scottish dating show Tak’ Me…
