08/01/2026
“I would die for my child” yes but would you actually live!
I had a nasty wake up call a few days ago that literally smacked me back into the real world. A world of my own mortality.
A few days ago I must have had some sort of virus brewing. It made it uncomfortable to swallow. No pain just a struggle. It was after boys were in bed so no distractions except for the mind monkeys.
What if it’s my turn next? They say it’s one in two people now. Maybe for my family that’s me and Teddy.
Because that’s the reality when you have been through an oncology journey with a child that you never expected - you realise it could happen to anyone. At PTSD and OCD are now like an annoying little sister you have to drown out at times.
Like so many other mums I have put myself last forever. Yes I eat what they eat (when they are here) but I don’t eat as I should always as a nutritionist and I don’t prioritise myself as being important.
But I realised, if something happened to me who would do all the things I do for my children. Who would really put in the work every day to keep them healthy and reduce the risk of relapse or a secondary cancer.
I love my husband but he just wouldn’t. He doesn’t have my knowledge and he’s the relaxed parent of us both.
So I have decided that for the next 100 days I will commit to doing one thing every day that prioritises me and my health - so I can be here for my boys.
I plan to share them all , to inspire where possible but also just share knowledge.
If you would like me to, shall I pop the journey on the stories or on the grid?
So I saw this quote on social media