No one should feel unsupported and inferior about the way they feed their child
My aggressive breast cancer diagnosis at 29 weeks pregnant came as a shock. It had major implications: I needed chemotherapy right away, with a strong possibility that my delivery would be brought forward by an induction and/or surgery.
I was also given the upsetting news that – due to the toxicity of the chemotherapy – I wouldn’t be able to breastfeed. This was my first pregnancy, and although healthy (until cancer), it had an unexpected psychological toll. Breastfeeding was a milestone I looked forward to; an opportunity to hopefully step back some of the emotional distance that grew between me and the foetus in my swelling womb.
