What was the hardest thing about having cancer and being a mum?

Having small kids during cancer treatment was the hardest and the best thing about cancer

What was the hardest thing about having cancer and being a mum?

My kids.

I didn’t know how fierce the mama bear in me was until I was faced with my own mortality. It turns out I have a strong desire for survival and will do pretty much anything to see my babies grow up.

But as much as they were the hardest thing about having cancer, they were also the best.

They got me through it.

They made me get up and get on with it. They made me rally. There were days when I literally wanted to curl up in a ball and die. But I didn’t. I got up. I hauled my arse downstairs. I read stories and did jigsaws and made dinners and wiped bottoms and broke up fights and negotiated and watched shit cartoons on repeat and did goodnight kisses.

And squeezed them so hard.

They kept it real.

Their little worlds didn’t change for my cancer. So I was forced not to let mine change either.

Kids and exercise.

They saved me.

They still do.