Brain tumours and pregnancy: life changing news alert

Brain tumours and pregnancy! You probably weren’t expecting that, were you?

I’m writing this a few days after sharing the news on Instagram and Twitter – where I got the loveliest of messages, so thank you to everyone!

The mind (and body) boggles as I’m now a whole 20 weeks pregnant, and this whirlwind couldn’t’ve been less ClearBlue ad if I’d tried (maybe not such a bad thing…!). I discovered I was pregnant the day before I went on a girls holiday. I dusted off the emergency back-of-the-bathroom-cupboard pregnancy test to reassure myself that the extra podge and unusually sore boobs weren’t anything to be concerned about. I was so convinced that it would serve as confirmation that I’d been hitting the chocolate biscuits too hard, that I went off to make myself a brew, leaving the test to develop by itself.

As you’ll have surmised, when I returned, there were TWO lines. I just couldn’t believe it.

Stressy phonecalls to my husband ensued, followed by a shot-gun appointment at the GPs (thankfully, I managed to get in… whoop!) to ask if there was any chance that the test could be wrong. Oh and cry – there was a lot of that.

Jacket – Stradivarius (sold out); Jumper – Zara (last A/W, but similar here); Bag – H&M, similar here; Coated trousers – Next maternity)

Brain tumours and pregnancy

I’ve always wanted to be a mum and had the feeling that one day I’d be excitedly sharing pregnancy-related news with friends and family. That said, there’s never been any rush, and the timescales around it have been murky. Because of my diagnosis and treatment, I’d assumed it would be quite a big decision for us to make at some point in the future, and that we’d need to use the frozen eggs stored a couple of miles up the road.

It’s not that it was bad news, just really unexpected. And we were unsure what my oncology team would have to say about it.

Once back from Majorca, (it was a great holiday btw!) we went in to see my Consultant. She was super surprised, but after checking my seizure medications in the BNF, there were no major concerns. We were good to go. Eeek!

Jumper and trousers – as above. Boots – ASOS, similar here. Photo’s David at Buzz Photographic

So there you have it. Just three months after finishing chemo, my body was (is) growing a little human.

It’s a new beginning, a new chapter and we’re absolutely made-up.

I’ll be back soon to share more.

Sar x

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