The playful NEW ME
Lifting my head from the pile of books, I suddenly knew that the career path I’d worked towards wasn’t to be. I’d been determined to go into medicine, and was in the fourth year of my degree. But no matter how much I’d imagined becoming a doctor, something meant far more to me – becoming a mum.
‘I’m going to swap to social work,’ I told my partner, Matt. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked. I’d never been more certain of anything. If I carried on, it would be at least another decade before I could think about having children, and I didn’t have 10 years.
At seven years old, I’d been diagnosed with leukaemia, and though
