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Why I'm here

Hi! I'm Wendy. 

I am a wife to my wonderful husband Keith and an extremely proud mummy to our beautiful daughter Maisie. I am also a mummy to our furry baby too, our boxer dog Roxy.


The purpose of this blog is to hopefully create a very honest account of my journey through motherhood. When my husband and I decided to start a family we were aware that our days weren't always going to be filled with smiles, laughter and picture perfect moments. Oh no! We were preparing ourselves for sleepless nights, tears, tantrums, teething, and all the upheaval a newborn brings to the point I could have talked myself out of it a thousand times over. However, what we weren't prepared for were all the extra twists and turns that you never think will happen to you and your family.

I will start this journey with you by sharing the heartbreaking and unbelievable situation that is currently our reality. Our little girl, now 9 months old, has been very recently been diagnosed with a Wilms tumour on her left kidney. I am hoping that by writing about and sharing my brave girls cancer battle, it will help me process my thoughts and feelings about it and to also document little snippets for Maisie to one day read back on. I also hope that other parents who find themselves facing a similar situation can find something to which they can relate to, be inspired by or find comfort in knowing they are not alone in this.




Wendy

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