For a whole year, I defined myself by cancer, hospitals and medical examinations. Suffering, fear and medication had so become my comfort zone that I was more worried about being healthy and starting my life over again than staying sick…
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Read MoreMy body, the one my ileostomy gave me back and which I’m now giving up to motherhood.
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