Living With Cancer: To My Husband This Father’s Day

I met you when I was seventeen. I think I loved you even then. Eleven years later we were married. Two years later I was pregnant with Emily. Two years after that we had Jessica. Our life is full of numbers. The good ones are the birthdays we’ve shared, the wedding anniversaries, all eight of them, and the parenting milestones,…

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I’m A Mum. I Don’t Have Time For Cancer

When a small mass was discovered in my sigmoid colon I found myself staring into an abyss of uncertainty. Biopsies were taken. A CT scan was scheduled to see if it had spread. I was left with an interminable 10-day wait until my fate was to be sealed in a colorectal surgeon’s office at 11:40am the following Wednesday. If cancer…

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To the Competitive Mum with the Best Cupcakes

‘Mummy, there’s a cake sale on tomorrow for Red Nose Day… What are you going to bake?’ I glance up from my Facebook feed, my finger hovering nervously over the ‘like’ button. That’s irony for you. The one thing I actively dislike is a school cake sale, no matter how worthwhile the charity is. I’d rather stick a tenner in…

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How the NHS Contributed to my Postnatal Depression

My waters broke two weeks early with Emily. I was admitted to hospital but my contractions were feeble and intermittent. In the end I was hooked up to an intravenous drug called Syntocinon (essentially rocket fuel for the cervix) and five hours later I had a baby in my arms. We were discharged and left the hospital a deliriously happy,…

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My daughter’s pain is my pain

When I fell pregnant in 2010 I knew it was a girl. It was instinctive. This was our little secret, baby and I, and it strengthened the bond that was already growing between us. I recognised myself in Emily the moment she was placed on my chest. It was there in her eyes and in the shape of her mouth. Six weeks later she had my smile. My genes dominated…

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My 3 year old needs glasses. Why am I so upset?

I took the kids for their first eye test this morning. On reflection, I was more concerned about toddler meltdowns than the end result, and we were all looking forward to piling into Costa afterwards for two babychinos and a (self-congratulatory) mummy latte. After all, I’ve done pretty well this month… Haircut – tick, dentist – tick, eye test… I knew…

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