It all started back in February 2023, when I got covid. I was pregnant with our son Arthur when I came down with the dreaded virus. I was pretty unwell but managed ok. By day 8, it was Waitangi Day and I was desperate to join the community again and go for a little walk and see if we could get some mussel fritters at the treaty grounds where there was a big event happening. Hubby wasnt sure I should push it but he caved after my many pleas to get out and cease the day. Unfortunately, we didn't even get to have any nice food as I ended up crouched over in excrutiating pain - in front of the yummy food trucks, in front of many by standers- just my luck .My mother in law was comforting me and got my husband Taylor to call for the medics.Being 29 weeks pregnant, they called the ambulance to take me to hospital. That was beginning of something I never anticipated. My mother in law Stacee jumped in the ambulance with me, while my husband was left behind to make arrangements for our two children and to come to the hospital.During the ride, all I could think about was the safety of our unborn child and what was going on to cause so much sudden pain. My main assumption was that I was in premature labor - as was the medics opinion and the hospitals opinion. What we didn't realize, was that this was the beginning of my cancer diagnosis. 
I never dreamed I would be diagnosed with cancer, so young, or with a rare form - they say 3% of people with Ovarian get this type. So the odds were slim. 
The reason I am creating this blog is tohelp build awareness, and to document my journey on finding a way to deal and fight this disease.