Where do i start, Up until a month ago i was happy and enjoying life. I lived with my husband and just found out we were expecting our first child. A baby something i always wanted and here it was.
We went along to my first scan really excited - didnt know what to expect but just wanted to see our little baby inside me. The nurse rubbed this cold jelly over my tummy and pressed down with her machine. Me and my husband hand and hand watched the screen, then the nurse stopped moving and said she woulod have to go and get a doctor to have look. That was it i knew there was something wrong.
I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. The best option for me was to abort the baby, have surgery and chemo. this would leave me not able to have any more children - the one thing i really wanted. No chance. My husband agreed with the doctors and pressed me to get rid - again no chance.
A few weeks later i began experiencing pain in my tummy. A few days later i started bleeding. My worst fears as i was taken to hospital and it was confirmed that i had sadly miscarried. I felt so empty and decided best thing to do was keep myself occupied. Went to work the following day and as i was doing some bits and peices in the church the phone wrang and it was to take a funeral - that of a young child...I broke down - i couldnt do this anymore my faith was gone.
My husband told me when i went home i was being silly...to get on with it - its not the end of the world.
Thank you for reading and goodnight...xxx
