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Dear Edie, I wanted you to know so many things. I wanted to tell you them in person, as you grew up by my side. But it wasn’t to be…
When Jess gives birth to Edie, it’s the happiest day of her life. She knows, from the moment her little girl’s hand grasps her finger, that her daughter owns her heart, completely and utterly. And even though Edie’s father has left them, and single motherhood isn’t easy, her beautiful, innocent child brings her untold joy.
But then Jess receives a diagnosis that changes everything. Edie’s life – that is just beginning – is interrupted by worried looks, heavy conversations. And Jess must face the possibility of leaving her daughter to grow up without her.
Propelled by a ticking clock, Jess knows what she has to do. She begins to put pen to paper, to tell her daughter everything she might need to know.
How to love, how to lose, how to forgive, and, most importantly, how to live when you never know how long you have…
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ISBN-10
1785136194
ISBN-13
978-1785136191
Print length
296 pages
Language
English
Publisher
Boldwood Books
Publication date
October 09, 2023
Dimensions
5.08 x 0.67 x 7.8 inches
Item weight
9.3 ounces
ASIN :
B0CBJMZ183
File size :
2042 KB
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Enabled
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Supported
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Enabled
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Jess understood all the words in the sentence, but she couldn’t make them hang together properly. She looked at the doctor sitting opposite her with his hands neatly folded in his lap.
‘Can you say it again?’ she asked.
‘I’m sorry, Jessica. We’ve found evidence of breast cancer.’
Jess looked down at her feet where Edie’s car seat was resting. Edie was stirring, and Jess took hold of the handle and rocked her a little, and Edie closed her eyes and went back to sleep. She was holding the edge of her knitted blanket in her tiny fist. Jess had been a mum for a handful of weeks. She was still learning, still felt untethered and lost. She’d gone to the doctor initially because she’d felt a lump when she was feeding Edie. She’d gone to the hospital clinic, ready to be told it was a blocked duct. To be told it was nothing and sent on her way, another overcautious new mother.
‘Jessica, I know this is a shock. Do you have any questions for me?’
Jess tried to focus on his face. He was in his forties, she thought, with small round glasses and a receding hairline. She wanted to ask him whether he had a wife, whether he had children. Whether he understood this new feeling she was grappling with – that her life was no longer her own. That she owed this tiny new person everything. She couldn’t have cancer. How could she? She was a mum. She was a new mum. And she was twenty-one years old.
‘Are you sure?’ she asked.
The doctor’s face changed a little at that. He smiled a sad smile and she saw that he was probably very kind, that he was sorry for her.