Cancer and Motherhood. Those are two words that aren’t supposed to go together and yet they both entered my life at the same time. They have both taken over my life and consumed all my waking moments so that I cannot quite remember what or who I was before they came along.
I know which of the two I prefer obviously but they are pretty intertwined in my mind. I have only ever dealt with cancer in the light of becoming a mother and I have only ever cared for my son in the context of being a cancer patient.
I sometimes wonder what it would be like to go through either experience on its own. If I had to face cancer without my son to bring joy and laughter into my life it would be so much harder to cope. If I had become a parent without the cancer…
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