fight cancer with Stephanie
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It’s funny how moments in your life can completely change the path you had planned out for yourself. It seems like an age ago that the doctors confirmed my suspicions: I was pregnant with a baby boy, by the man I love (and, to this day, continue to adore).
Moment box: ticked.
There were good days: lazy days in the park spent making lists of baby names and booking city breaks as we tried to make the most of the summer.
And there were bad days. Days where my head pounded until I threw up until my stomach was completely empty. I tried to ignore the obvious, but I knew this was more than your average morning sickness.
What started as a check-up turned into a journey through waiting rooms to head trauma unit at the Royal Hospital. Our comfortable home life was replaced with a whirlwind of tests, hospital wards rooms and more tests.
By day, Ugo stayed by my side - the nurses often turned a blind eye so we could sneak an extra half hour together when visiting hours ended. But at night, I was left alone with my thoughts. The bleeping of the hospital equipment kept me awake at as my mind took in all the new information it had been force to process. It was in these moments that I started to wonder what was wrong, and when I’d start to feel better...
Fast forward a few weeks, and I’m writing this sitting in my flat recovering from brain surgery. My worse fears had been realised - the pains in my head had been caused by a cancerous tumour, and I’m now being forced to head back to Australia for radiotherapy, as the doctors have told me it’s an aggressive cancer and are almost certain it will grow back quickly.
Moment box: ticked.
I wish I was returning under better circumstances, but it’s the only way I can start treatment, be close to my family and beat this illness and of course deliver a beautiful healthy baby boy.
Saying goodbye to my adopted London family is going to be tough - but no one said this was going to be easy. The journey towards my recovery is sure to have its fair share of highs and lows, but your ongoing support means the world to me. With this in mind, any donations you can spare towards helping myself and my (soon to be) family during this difficult time would mean the world to me.
Thanking you all so much - your messages and well wishes have kept me feeling so positive throughout all of this.
Twitter: @heystephhansen #teamsteph #love #fight #win #happilyeverafter

Moment box: ticked.
There were good days: lazy days in the park spent making lists of baby names and booking city breaks as we tried to make the most of the summer.
And there were bad days. Days where my head pounded until I threw up until my stomach was completely empty. I tried to ignore the obvious, but I knew this was more than your average morning sickness.
What started as a check-up turned into a journey through waiting rooms to head trauma unit at the Royal Hospital. Our comfortable home life was replaced with a whirlwind of tests, hospital wards rooms and more tests.
By day, Ugo stayed by my side - the nurses often turned a blind eye so we could sneak an extra half hour together when visiting hours ended. But at night, I was left alone with my thoughts. The bleeping of the hospital equipment kept me awake at as my mind took in all the new information it had been force to process. It was in these moments that I started to wonder what was wrong, and when I’d start to feel better...
Fast forward a few weeks, and I’m writing this sitting in my flat recovering from brain surgery. My worse fears had been realised - the pains in my head had been caused by a cancerous tumour, and I’m now being forced to head back to Australia for radiotherapy, as the doctors have told me it’s an aggressive cancer and are almost certain it will grow back quickly.
Moment box: ticked.
I wish I was returning under better circumstances, but it’s the only way I can start treatment, be close to my family and beat this illness and of course deliver a beautiful healthy baby boy.
Saying goodbye to my adopted London family is going to be tough - but no one said this was going to be easy. The journey towards my recovery is sure to have its fair share of highs and lows, but your ongoing support means the world to me. With this in mind, any donations you can spare towards helping myself and my (soon to be) family during this difficult time would mean the world to me.
Thanking you all so much - your messages and well wishes have kept me feeling so positive throughout all of this.
Twitter: @heystephhansen #teamsteph #love #fight #win #happilyeverafter
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