Beating cervical cancer

At just the age of 26 I never imagined to have my life turned upside down with a cervical cancer diagnoses. After missing my first smear due to being pregnant with my son I went for my smear  like any other girl.
The results turned into every females worst nightmare. I was diagnosed with stage 1b2 cervical cancer. The only treatment was a radical hysterectomy meaning there would be no way for me to ever have  anymore children.
The operation came and unfortunately the recovery didn’t go to plan and I had to have  numerous blood transfusions and was in hospital for two weeks due to UTI, bowel and catheter issues. 
I was  unable to pick up my son or comfort him when he was sad or play with him and for any mother that is heartbreaking.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse my consultant broke the news that the histology results were not good and the cancer had already spread to my lymph nodes, pushing my  cancer diagnosis  from stage  2 to stage 3 meaning I would need more treatment.
I know returning to work is a long way off,  the period of recovery has got longer and there are still no guarantees I will never go through this again.   
Living a life of uncertainty with the anxiety and depression which go hand in hand with a cancer diagnosis has become a daily struggle. Not knowing if I will be here to watch my son become a man is never far from my thoughts.
Unfortunately my cancer diagnosis proved too much for my partner and we have had to move out of our family home.
Now as a one parent  family day to day life still goes on. My little boy still needs to go to nursery, he still needs feeding and clothing and caring for. He is too young to understand why his mummy can't cuddle him or play with him like she used to at the moment.
I am blessed with the support of a loving family, but it is desperately hard to explain all the massive changes to a toddler.
It is hard enough for my parents to watch their own child battling cancer but to see the effects it has on their grandson as well is soul destroying 
Although my parents are wonderful we need our own home again soon, but we have been left very financially unstable. I have pushed to get my story across to help other young girls know the importance of going for their smear tests.
We started a petition to change the age of smear tests please if you have a moment sign it for me
http://chng.it/8KChcBBDTf?fbclid=IwAR06dftcUOKMKlTrCAqQCVrTkSJKuVlv7oHp3rqhMV8WrcYrgx3rHoOnhCM 
I can no longer carry children and that has a grief all of its own. I know I must remain strong and positive for my son and family.
Cancer doesn't care who you are, what colour your skin is or how old you are......cancer just doesn't care.
Please help me to provide a normal home for my son, so he can see his mummy beat this and watch him grow up.