I don't even want to write this, as I am so devastated. Tomorrow I finally get the results informing me on whether or not I have breast cancer. It's going to be the longest 23hrs of my life. It's been a week today that I've had a core biopsy. A week of waiting, today I finally get told by my gp that the results were suspicious. She wouldn't admit it was malignant. I didn't want to go in today, as I wanted one day at home nursing my son without accepting the truth.
I don't even know how I'm going to wean him. Our nursing has been his source of comfort since his birth, and I have to take that away from him. This bond is the only bond that we have together and no one in the world knows our little nursing quirks. Why did my body fail us. Why do I have to accept this, I'm not even 28. Why did this have to happen now. Why does this bond have to end. What am I going to do.
I don't even know how I'm going to wean him. Our nursing has been his source of comfort since his birth, and I have to take that away from him. This bond is the only bond that we have together and no one in the world knows our little nursing quirks. Why did my body fail us. Why do I have to accept this, I'm not even 28. Why did this have to happen now. Why does this bond have to end. What am I going to do.







I don't know what to say. I hope it all turns out ok, but if it doesn't, we're all here to support you. Take care, mama...

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