When I decided to have children the word benefits never entered my head! I was bought up with a great work ethic and enjoyed earning and spending my own money within my means.
After Morgan was born we spent the majority of his first year in and out of hospital, finally to receive his and Aidens’ diagnosis of the life limiting disease, Cystic Fibrosis at the age of one and five years old.
After coming to terms with this diagnosis, which will be another blog when I’m brave enough, reality set in about what this actually meant.
One certainty was that my career path was instantly shut off. Who would employ me knowing that at the drop of a hat I am likely to wind up in hospital for weeks on end?
The hospital, doctors surgery and chemist became my second home. They all knew me on first name terms…
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