Since my diagnosis a few weeks ago, I've felt pretty positive and trying to stick to the PMA way of thinking.
However a few days ago in our local M & S cafe with my husband, we both spotted this tiny baby girl in her Grandmothers arms and fast asleep. Got into conversation with Mum, I asked the baby's age and she told me 3 weeks old ! Without warning an irrational feeling came over me and I was thinking that this baby had just started with her life, and that mine might ? be coming to an end. I really had to hold it together when I felt like weeping and put it aside. After all, we know that it isn't always a death sentence, but this day after being so cheerful, this out of the blue wobbly feeling made me feel a bit depressed. I hope this mood will soon pass, it does you no favours in the long run.
I sincerely hope that all of you out there are in a good state of mind and finding the strength to keep going.
