Leukaemia is an emotive word.
Like cancer it is so emotionally charged that you hope its diagnosis is something you never have to tell your girlfriend or parents.
I think we were all braced for the news but that doesn't necessarily make it any easier.
It really upset my parents. One image that will always stay with me is seeing in my mum and dad's bedroom the kettle and tea pot, a clear sign of many sleepless nights worrying.
Personally it was difficult but I knew I could focus my thoughts on fighting the disease and striving to cope with the treatment.
For my girlfriend, family and friends, all they can do is support me and that is it. Something I have learnt is that in many ways it is more difficult for people around you who are unable to do anything. I would hate it if it was one of them lying here rather than me. All I have to do is lie back and let the medical team pour chemicals into me.
Poppy, my girlfriend, works full time as an engineer then comes to the hospital to see me for two hours at night. She would never dream of not visiting but it's exhausting for her.
This might sound strange but I found the risk of being rendered infertile far more difficult to cope with than dying.
Chemotherapy used to treat Acute Myeloid Leukaemia is strong stuff. As well as hair loss there is also a very high risk of being left permanently sterile.
Having a family is something that has always been very important to me, and my girlfriend, so this news was devastating. I was so upset that I had to see a counsellor. I haven't cried since my grandma's funeral but I couldn't stop the tears streaming out.
Thankfully talking about my worries really helped me.
There was so much to take in - including a trip to the fertility wing to give a sample. Trust me, I was so ill at this stage that it was the last thing I wanted to do. Because I was poorly I had to be pushed over to the department in a wheel chair by one of the nurses. Then I was handed my pot.
After it was all over I turned to the nurse and said: "Well this is socially awkward." She just smiled and told me that it's no big deal for them. A sense of normality made the whole situation feel far less degrading.
When I returned to my bed there was a package waiting for me. I opened it to find a portable DVD player from my friends at work and the lads I played football with. That present would turn out to be a real God send. The reaction of all my friends was like this, just incredible, and I would like to say how grateful I am for everything they have done for me.