2008 was to end badly, with a very good friend dying. She was 31, married with a baby, and shortly before her return from maternity leave had been diagnosed with something called Inflammatory Breast Cancer. It’s not a typical breast cancer as it comes up as a rash rather than a lump. They gave her chemo, then a mastectomy followed by radiotherapy, but it wasn’t enough. She died a few days before Christmas, only 9/10 months from the initial onset of her symptoms. Her daughter was 20 months. I was blindsided. I knew it was an aggressive cancer, but it was my first experience of what ‘aggressive’ in relation to cancer meant. I don’t think I imagined for a moment that she wouldn’t live. I was so sad for her, her husband and her daughter. I remember that the latest iPhone had just been released. This was the height of technology, so how could my friend die leaving a child? It seemed so Dickensian. So I went into 2009 on a massive downer.
This blog charts our story in trying to have a family. It describes the soul-destroying, mind-bending, insanity-producing experience of being told that your baby has serious abnormalities, and to decide that you believe it to be kinder, for the baby, not to continue with the pregnancy. And to be faced with this situation twice. This is not a blog which is pro-TFMR or anti-CTT (carrying to term). This is purely the story of what has happened to my husband and I and how we came to our decisions.