My Story

MY STORY

So… it’s a long one, but here is my story……


My name is Ailsa Matilda Whatley, I am 5 years old, but my story starts way before I was born. In 2013 Mummy and Daddy decided that they wanted to start a family and after a year of nothing happening, Mummy decided that she should get checked out.


It was another long year of Mummy being tested before any treatment could be given, but finally mummy had tried all of the medications available and was told in in April 2018 that she could have IVF.



So… it’s a long one, but here is my story……


My name is Ailsa Matilda Whatley, I am 5 years old, but my story starts way before I was born. In 2013 Mummy and Daddy decided that they wanted to start a family and after a year of nothing happening, Mummy decided that she should get checked out.


It was another long year of Mummy being tested before any treatment could be given, but finally mummy had tried all of the medications available and was told in in April 2018 that she could have IVF.

MY STORY


So… it’s a long one, but here is my story……

My name is Ailsa Matilda Whatley, I am 5 years old, but my story starts way before I was born. In 2013 Mummy and Daddy decided that they wanted to start a family and after a year of nothing happening, Mummy decided that she should get checked out.


It was another long year of Mummy being tested before any treatment could be given, but finally mummy had tried all of the medications available and was told in in April 2018 that she could have IVF.


THE CLINIC VISIT

 

Mummy and Daddy went to the clinic to have me implanted. The next 2 weeks were long as they had to wait to see if I was going to stick around. Mummy and Daddy couldn’t believe their eyes when a double line appeared on the pregnancy test from the clinic.


They knew they loved me already.

THE CLINIC VISIT

Mummy and Daddy went to the clinic to have me implanted. The next 2 weeks were long as they had to wait to see if I was going to stick around. Mummy and Daddy couldn’t believe their eyes when a double line appeared on the pregnancy test from the clinic. They knew they loved me already.

THERE WERE PLENTY OF SCARES

THE SCARES

There were plenty of scares along the way but Mummy and Daddy were released back to the NHS when Mummy was 8 weeks pregnant; although sadly it wasn’t plain sailing.



At 12 weeks Mummy was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes and had to self-inject insulin, struggle with sugar intake and with balancing enough energy and nutrition for me with limiting her carbohydrate intake. After several months of this she thought she had had enough of the needles with the IVF, but no such luck.


By the 22 week scan the sonographer picked up what she thought was a cyst brought on by the IVF. She was sent to a consultant and scanned again at 23 weeks, by which time the cyst had grown exponentially to 12x12x10cm.


By this time Mummy was back in hospital as she had a bladder and bowel blockage, at which point she was advised that they could operate on the cyst whilst pregnant but they risked losing me. Both Mummy and Daddy declined this and opted to see if it would get better of its own accord.


THE SCARES

There were plenty of scares along the way but Mummy and Daddy were released back to the NHS when Mummy was 8 weeks pregnant; although sadly it wasn’t plain sailing.


At 12 weeks Mummy was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes and had to self-inject insulin, struggle with sugar intake and with balancing enough energy and nutrition for me with limiting her carbohydrate intake. After several months of this she thought she had had enough of the needles with the IVF, but no such luck.



By the 22 week scan the sonographer picked up what she thought was a cyst brought on by the IVF. She was sent to a consultant and scanned again at 23 weeks, by which time the cyst had grown exponentially to 12x12x10cm.


By this time Mummy was back in hospital as she had a bladder and bowel blockage, at which point she was advised that they could operate on the cyst whilst pregnant but they risked losing me. Both Mummy and Daddy declined this and opted to see if it would get better of its own accord.

THE SCARES


There were plenty of scares along the way but Mummy and Daddy were released back to the NHS when Mummy was 8 weeks pregnant; although sadly it wasn’t plain sailing.


At 12 weeks Mummy was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes and had to self-inject insulin, struggle with sugar intake and with balancing enough energy and nutrition for me with limiting her carbohydrate intake. After several months of this she thought she had had enough of the needles with the IVF, but no such luck.


By the 22 week scan the sonographer picked up what she thought was a cyst brought on by the IVF. She was sent to a consultant and scanned again at 23 weeks, by which time the cyst had grown exponentially to 12x12x10cm.


By this time Mummy was back in hospital as she had a bladder and bowel blockage, at which point she was advised that they could operate on the cyst whilst pregnant but they risked losing me. Both Mummy and Daddy declined this and opted to see if it would get better of its own accord.










WE SAY "THANKYOU!"



The consultant came to see Mummy and confirmed the devastating news: that it was cancer, but a rare form which he couldn’t deal with. He therefore referred her to Leicester, who in turn said that it was too rare for them to deal and therefore sent her to (the amazing) Professor Seckl in Charing Cross Hospital.


He finally managed to diagnose her with three forms of extremely rare ovarian cancers which had begun to spread.

When Mummy was admitted for intensive chemotherapy on 7th January 2019 I was just over 4 weeks old.


Mummy’s chemo then started and she had to stay in London every other week until April 24th 2019, with Daddy and sometimes me going up and down to see her and support her.

She has missed a huge chunk of me growing up, but thankfully she now has the all-clear and is in remission. So… this is our way of saying thank you to the people who helped save my life and the life of my Mummy, as without them we wouldn’t be here at all. 


Through Ailsa’s Aim we hope to raise funds to help people from all aspects of our journey and to help the staff who work tirelessly to make sure that the three of us can enjoy the time we have together.

Ailsa x




WE SAY "THANKYOU!"

The consultant came to see Mummy and confirmed the devastating news: that it was cancer, but a rare form which he couldn’t deal with. He therefore referred her to Leicester, who in turn said that it was too rare for them to deal and therefore sent her to (the amazing) Professor Seckl in Charing Cross Hospital. He finally managed to diagnose her with three forms of extremely rare ovarian cancers which had begun to spread.


When Mummy was admitted for intensive chemotherapy on 7th January 2019 I was just over 4 weeks old. Mummy’s chemo then started and she had to stay in London every other week until April 24th 2019, with Daddy and sometimes me going up and down to see her and support her.


She has missed a huge chunk of me growing up, but thankfully she now has the all-clear and is in remission. So… this is our way of saying thank you to the people who helped save my life and the life of my Mummy, as without them we wouldn’t be here at all. 


Through Ailsa’s Aim we hope to raise funds to help people from all aspects of our journey and to help the staff who work tirelessly to make sure that the three of us can enjoy the time we have together.


Ailsa x

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