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Pregnant and Passive Agressive, Undeground – What do you think of the “Baby on Board” badges?

So the bump and I commute to work daily by tube. For any of you who’ve jammed yourself into the tube during rush-hour you’re aware of what it’s like. For those of you who drive to work or have never taken the London Underground, it’s a hot, steamy smelly metal tube so full of people you don’t need to hold on to anything as the carriage sways because you’re propped up in some stranger’s armpit. Seats on the tube are always a hot commodity, seats on the end of the row even more so. People like them because you have a glass partition on one side you can lean against, are close to the doors and only have to sit next to 1 person.

For me, I haven’t had too much nausea with this pregnancy, but I’ve had a lot of hip pain which makes standing for long periods difficult, and certainly my center of balance has and is continuing to change making it more likely for me to tip over as the train sways and I lose my balance.

TFL (Transport for London) has recognized the tube is a problem for Preggie Ladies, and have developed a “Baby on Board” badge.

Research shows that Londoners agree that pregnant women should be offered a seat but also reveals that men are afraid to act on their chivalrous instincts in case they give offence. The badges give pregnant women the opportunity to identify themselves to other passengers and it is hoped that they will give them the confidence to ask for a seat if they need one.

London Underground’s Elizabeth Norris said: “It is sad but true that passengers who need to sit down feel that they cannot ask fellow passengers for a seat. Priority Seats on the Tube are clearly marked and anyone who really needs to sit down, including pregnant women, should ask.

“We want to find out if pregnant women will find these badges empowering, encouraging them to ask for the seat they need. We also want to find out how their fellow Tube passengers will react when they see the badges, encouraging them to offer a seat when they know it will be appreciated.”

London Underground has conducted some preliminary research into the issue of pregnant women and seats on the Tube. The research showed:

  • 92% thought that people sitting down should offer the seat to a pregnant woman without having to be asked;
  • 85% think pregnant women should ask for a seat if she needs one;
  • 78% of currently pregnant women stated that they never ask for a seat when they need one.

The end seats I mentioned, are designated “Priority Seats” and are labelled as such with instructions to give your seat to those less able to stand and include a picture of a pregnant woman and a person with a cane.

I don’t feel comfortable just flat out asking the person already seated in those seats to get up and give it to me. I’d like them to – but what if they have some disability I can’t see, a gimpy leg, or just had a really crappy day? Maybe they need it more than me.

My “solution” therefore to try and secure a seat on the tube has been to get on of those “Baby on Board” badges from TFL. I feel like such a ridiculous dork when I wear it.According to TFL:

MUMS-to-be travelling by Tube can get a baby on board badge so passengers know they may need to sit down.

The badges, available from Transport for London (TfL), overcome the awkwardness often felt by pregnant women of having to ask someone to give up their seat.

It also means passengers in priority seats can see when they should give up their place.

But the thing is – I’ve found it only helps me get a seat about 10% of the time. It looks like a follow-up study from TFL has validated my personal experience:

The ‘Mind the Bump’ study revealed that pregnant passengers are currently made to stand for an average of five stops before being offered a seat, and 35 per cent of mums-to-be are never offered a seat.

I’ve found myself racing men to seats, they win then spend the rest of the journey trying to avoid looking at me. It’s only been women who’ve given me a seat, and those have never been one of the “Priority Seats.”  Ok, I understand men are less observent, but I wear the badge on my boobs – can I put it anywhere more likely to be viewed?? Besides, most of the time men take a seat they race me to, other women on the tube start grumbling – so it’s not like the guys can’t hear what’s going on.

This guy (pictured at left) sat in the Priority Seat for 6 stops while I stood directly in front of him, bump and badge pretty much in his face. His face got closer and closer to his paper as he studiously avoided me.

I’d like there to be a second set of badges, stating something like “I’ll give you my seat if you need it” or “Knocked up? I’ll stand!” so then I could say to those people hey, thanks I’d love your seat, thanks so much! Or what about rewarding good behaviors we want to encourage in others. When the TFL gives us the badge they should give us a coupon booklet. Anyone who stands for us and offers us a seat unsolicited gets a coupon or voucher for something.  I’ve been so grateful the few times someone’s given their seat for me – I wish I could have done something more than offer my heartfelt thanks.

What do you think of the badges? Have you worn one? Have you given up your seat for someone wearing one?

Lastly, some interesting stats from LU’s “Mind the Bump” Survey:

  • One in three (36 per cent) frequently felt they had to avoid public transport for fear of having to stand for the duration of the journey
  • One in five (20 per cent) of expectant mums in the Capital spend more than £100 on taxis and private vehicles during their pregnancy to avoid situations where they may have to stand for long periods of time on the Tube
  • London emerged as the least pregnancy-friendly place in the UK, with 45 per cent of London mums having been shocked by the lack of consideration they were shown while pregnant.  (full survey results here on TFL)

LU’s Baby on Board badges are available from the LU Customer Services Centre (0845 330 9880) For further info, or to request a badge, email TFL at babyonboard@tube.tfl.gov.uk  (and if you do get a badge and wear it – let me know what your experience with it is)



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My failures as the Toothfairy…

My failures as the Toothfairy are numerous. In fact I should probably be banned from the job in the future. Seeing as how I’ve pretty much struck out repeatedly with my eldest son – and I have 2 more kids to follow in his footsteps, I should just hang up my wings now and call it a day.

When he lost his first tooth (bottom center-ish) I was out of town on business. He skyped me to show me the missing tooth, and tell me the story about how it came out while he was eating an apple at the playground. I explained to him via video chat about the Toothfairy and I think the concept of some magical adult sneaking into his room at night to swap his tooth with money was a bit frightening so he said he’d prefer to wait until I got home before setting out the tooth for collection.

He kept the tooth in a glass on the top shelf of our cabinet – and once I got home quickly added a second tooth to it. (bottom center next to the first). He was still hesitant to welcome the Toothfairy so we let it sit longer in the glass. A couple months later (and much showing of the teeth to visitors and playmates) he had apparently heard how his friends were making out like bandits from the Toothfairy visiting their homes and was finally excited about the idea. He asked if we could please put the teeth out for the Toothfairy to come.

I said sure – and that evening went in search of the teeth. Which, given that we’d put them someplace safe shouldn’t have been such a difficult chore, but it was. We had put the teeth in a decorative glass that was a collectible Nutella jar/glass. It had sat with the teeth on the top shelf of our glass cupboard, over all of our heads and out of reach by all but my husband. When I took the step-ladder out to go collect it, it wasn’t there. It was missing!

So began the search for the tooth glass – which I ultimately found…. toothless.

You see, it was still serving a tooth related job, it was in the boys’ bathroom holding toothbrushes, but how it got there is a bit longer story. I had in fact put it there to replace the plastic sesame street sippy cup that was holding the toothbrushes, and had brought it from my bedroom. How did it get to my bedroom? Well, a few days earlier hubs and I had gone out with friends and had a few drinks and before hubs came to bed I asked him to bring me a glass of water, as we both were well on our way to pickled. He did bring the water which I promptly chugged. So this means – I either swallowed my son’s two tiny teeth – or what I’m pinning my hopes to – when my husband reached down the glass and filled or overfilled it with water it swept out the teeth from the glass.  In any case, all I can do is say YUCKY! I suppose you could say I recycled it since it all started out in me in the first place – but still yuck.

The next tooth my son lost, it was the day he had surgery (see that post here) and was afterwards resting on the couch with an ice-lolly (popsicle) and all was well until I heard, “Oh NO!” “I swallowed it!” I came running having no idea what he’d swallowed but it didn’t sound good, only to learn it was his tooth. He was pretty upset and wanted to know if he could still get the tooth back to swap it with the Toothfairy. I told him we had 2 options – 1. He could wait until he pooped it out but this would be a messy and complicated chore or 2. He could write a note to the Toothfairy and since they are magical anyways she’d have no trouble getting the tooth out of his tummy (and to answer his question, no surgery would be involved). No surprise he picked option #2.

“my tooth is in my tummy”

He was delighted to find in the morning the note was gone and replaced by an American Dollar bill. His younger brother meanwhile burst into tears and was nearly inconsolable since he didn’t get a dollar too.

The 4th tooth my son lost the day before this school year started while out at the playground having a snack with the babysitter. He chomped on it thinking it was part of the pretzels he was eating and was able to fish it out of his mouth before swallowing it. He proudly displayed it when I got home and asked if he could leave it for the Toothfairy that night. Finally! A tooth I could magic away for him! So he placed this tooth in a little bag under his pillow before he went to bed. Before going to bed, I found a tiny little tin that I could place the tooth into, and replaced the tooth with another American dollar.  (BTW, the Toothfairy is now low on US currency in the UK and will need to stock up on her next trip to the US).  Unfortunately, the Toothfairy was very tired and forgot to take the colorful tin including the tooth away – and left it on the dining room table. So of course while laying in bed the next morning I hear first, “Oh the Toothfairy came and I got a dollar.” quickly followed by – “Hey what’s this tin and who’s tooth is this?”

The boys came running into my room with the tin enquiring who’s tooth? What’s this tin, where did the tooth come from? My hubs tried telling the boys not to worry about it as he quickly put the tin away but they wouldn’t let up. Finally I said “it’s my tooth!” Which was quickly followed by two boys scampering over me to peer into my mouth. Luckily a few years ago I had a molar removed which left a space at the very back and I pointed to this large space and said that’s where it came from, and amazingly they were good with that – and calm resumed and they promptly moved on to the topic of breakfast and who’d get the iPad first….


So here we are – 4 teeth down in the bottom center for my eldest son, and the first 2 to be lost have grown back. He’s got a full mouthfull of teeth to go and then comes my younger son and later on, the new baby.


Is it time to hang up my wings and or pass them on to my hubs? Or do you think I’ll be 5th tooth lucky?


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8 years ago 2 Comments Short URL

I’m Pregnant across the pond – and yep it’s different than in the US

So we’re officially expecting baby #3. I’m due in February and while we don’t know whether we’re expecting a girl or boy yet – my sons are pretty convinced it’s going to be a girl. In fact, that’s what they tell EVERYONE.  We’ll see in a few weeks.  (It’s soooo unfair that the gender scan is 16-18 wks in the US but 20 weeks here in the UK, it’s not like they grow faster in the US!!)

So, there are many differences I’ve found in being pregnant in the UK as compared to the US. Some good, some not so good.

When I first found out I was pregnant, I made an appointment with the GP. I went in and saw the GP and she signed me up with the midwives at the local hospital. Now in that visit she just talked to me, and took my word for it that I was pregnant. No urine test, no blood test, she didn’t even take my pulse or weight. I found it all rather odd. What if I was wrong – or what if I was just crazy? I thought it rather interesting that she took my word for it.

Being a working expat – I have a few more options, since I have health insurance from my employer that covers pregnancy and birth. So I could choose to go NHS or private. Given that this is my 3rd child, and my 2 previous pregnancies were high risk with extremely difficult c-sections (let’s just say the anesthetic didn’t work) I was interested in making sure that baby and I got the Dr’s who’d have the most experience with high risk pregnancies, and difficult deliveries. My friends here recommended a great high risk OBGYN who delivers at the hospital near my home and conveniently has a private Consultation office near my work.

He originally advised that I go NHS with the High Risk Unit at Chelsea & Westminster so I’d have him or his team and he thought this would give me good coverage of care if he wasn’t available. And I was OK with that – until that is , I learned more about what an NHS delivery would entail at that hospital – and how different that was from my expectations and experience.

I think the NHS is great – I love that so many people are helped, and the US system does fail a lot of people, but in this instance, for me, it’s not my first choice.

1. Room full of of Mums & Babies

When speaking with other Mums and with Chelsea & Westminster (and reading MumsNet) I found out that there would be no private rooms, I’d need to share a room with up to 6-8 other Mums and babies.  Ok not great, a little privacy would be appreciated and I’m not super keen on the babies waking eachother (and us) up but not a deal-breaker.

2. No baby nursery

When my first son was born after 3 days of labor, 4hrs of pushing and an emergency c-section with no anesthesia it’s fair to say I was in pretty rough shape. When the nurses offered to take him to the baby nursery so I could rest for an hour or two I felt like I’d be a bad Mother for sending him away and said “No.” By the time baby #2 came along I was ready for the opportunity to take a nap and recover from surgery. They brought him back when he was awake and we bonded and he nursed. Now if you’re reading this and in the UK – the baby nursery is exactly like you’ve seen it on TV. Americans reading this – from the previous sentence you’ll realize that baby nurseries don’t exist here in UK hospitals. Again, this is not a deal-breaker, but not ideal either.

3. No overnight guests 

And so we come to my total deal-breaker. Seeing as how you’re n a room full of other Mums and babies, that means no overnight “guests.” Seeing as how it’s my hub’s fault I’m in the hospital having the baby in the first place he better darn well be there to help me through it.  With my first 2, after having the c-section for the first day or two I couldn’t physically lift my babies out of their hospital bassinet. I couldn’t walk to the bathroom or take a shower unaided. The thought of my husband scampering off after dinner while I’m somehow left unable to care for myself or baby all night is terrifying to me. I know UK Mums magically do this everyday here, and I really think they are amazing superwomen. Given my previous experience I just don’t think I have it in me. This for me was the final straw and total deal-breaker.

So, I spoke to my OBGYN and have booked at the same hospital but in the private wing. This means, I’ll have my own room, they have a play-room where they can take the baby for a couple hrs to hold them (still not a baby nursery but better than nothing) and they have a cot for my husband to stay in my room.

After booking, I found out one of my oldest friends here is also expecting the same week and has booked the same place so it would be fun if we’re there at the same time :0)

I’m grateful that I had the opportunity to make this choice. I know it’s not available to everyone as it can be quite a cost prohibitive option (especially if you don’t have private insurance to cover it). But funnily enough this expensive private option is still cheaper than having a baby in the US if you don’t have health insurance. For many friends in the US who are self employed they have to pay for this themselves. Our friends have shared that it costs between $30,000-$50,000 US and while some even had health insurance, because their husband transferred jobs while they were expecting – the delivery was not covered because the pregnancy was a “pre-existing condition”. They’ve advised me that it’s worth shopping around the hospitals in your area as they offer quite different rates and some offer discounts for pre-payment etc.

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What’s for dinner – my new project for managing mealtime with magnets

So I was very inspired by last week’s #MumsNight – Slow Cook / No Cook lazy cooking ideas. Everyone shared so many fantastic recipes and ideas! While I only intended to spend about half the time on slow cooking – it became the conversation focus. Having not been a big slow cooker previously – I realized I must be truly missing out. But that’s not what sealed the deal for me. You see – with my husband and I working all day, someone else picks up our kids and serves them tea before we get home. Quite frequently my husband arrives in time to feed them too, (if he wanted to). It was at the end of a very long week last night that I learned my boys 4 & 6 had had Ramen noodles for tea, EVERY night.

When I expressed my displeasure to Hubs he said “But they love Ramen noodles!” My response? “They love chocolate and crisps too, but they aren’t for tea – these boys need some whole meals, protein and veg!” It was definitely time to change my meal planning and take action!

Previously my meal planning mostly consisted of me sketching out what we’d eat for dinner each night (making more for lunch leftovers) and putting in the order for grocery delivery, then also doing a few quick shops during the week for bread or butter or milk, minor staples that may have run low. But clearly just having a full fridge and a plan aren’t cutting it.

So, my new plan is to involve the boys in the menu planning – and then to prep the dinner the night before and to slow cook it during the day so it’s ready for their tea and our dinner.


Inspired by #MumsNight

For the meal planning I decided to change it up a bit. They are very hands on and visual so the written sketched out list wouldn’t cut it for them. Luckily I came across this great idea on Pinterest, to photograph family meals and make each meal into a magnet. Children can then help choose the weekly meal by placing the food magnet into that week’s calendar squares. (via heartofwisdom.com )


I explained it to the boys and they are very excited about it. We’ve already photographed three meals from this weekend, Lumache Carbonara (told the boys it was Mac & Cheese), Slow Cooker French Onion Soup and also Roast Chicken and Vegetables (our Sunday standard).

Of these – I was most surprised and delighted by the Slow Cooker French Onion Soup. The flavor was spot on and it was sooooooo easy! I think I’m a convert to slow cooking, it only took once!

So for the Lumache Carbonara, we served this with a side of salad and garlic bread. The entire meal for 5 people was less than 5 pounds (and made leftovers!)

Of the three dishes this was the quickest and easiest. I bought the Lumache pasta (any other shell type pasta will work too), and the sauce (Sainsbury’s fresh Carbonara sauce) along with a fresh garlic baguette and bag of salad on my way home from work. The pasta took about 11 minutes to cook, the garlic baguette about the same – and I mixed the salad while it cooked. The sauce I microwaved for about a minute – and mixed after draining the pasta. Meal accomplished in under 15 minutes and for less than 5 pounds.

Next up was the Slow Cooker French Onion Soup – I took a look over a few recipes online but wasn’t completely happy with them so modified them a bit for a richer tastier version.


Ingredients you’ll need:

  • 1 slow cooker (duh)
  • 3 large onions sliced thinly
  • 3 tablespoons of butter
  • 3 tablespoons of flour
  • 3 tablespoons of Worcestershire sauce (or more if you like)
  • 1/4 teaspoon of seasoning salt (or half salt/ half garlic salt)
  • 4 beef bouillon cubes
  • 8 measuring cups of water

For the toast:

  • 1 baguette
  • Gruyere cheese

Thinly slice the onions and put the onions and butter into the slow cooker on medium heat for about 20-30 mins to sauté until a bit brown around the edges. Add the flour, Worcestershire sauce, seasoning salt, bouillon cubes and water and cook on medium to low for about 5 hours. (You can actually eat it about after 2 hrs once the onions are soft – but the longer you leave it the better the taste) Check the taste throughout – you may need to add more water if it’s a little salty for you or a little more Worcestershire sauce if it’s not flavorful enough for you.

For the toast on top, once you’re ready to serve the Slow Cooker French Onion Soup, slice the baguette, grate the cheese and put the cheese on top of the bread slices in a pan. Put under the grill for about 4 minutes until the cheese is bubbly. Remove from the one, serve the soup and put the cheesy bread on top.

Serve with a fresh green salad.

For 5 people this meal again came in well under $5


So next up is our weekly Sunday night staple, Roast Chicken and Vegetables. The vegetables vary by season, but the general ones include potatoes, celery, carrots and onions.

You’ll need

  • 1 large roasting chicken
  • 1 lemon
  • 3 tablespoons of butter
  • 2 garlic cloves or about 1 teaspoon of garlic puree
  • 1/4 teaspoon of seasoning salt
  • 4 large carrots
  • 2 jacket potatos
  • (2 celery stalks and 1 onion optional)
Each week when we order groceries it includes 1 large roasting chicken. I like to do it on Sunday evenings so we have a good meal to start the week, and leftovers of chicken and roasted veg to incorporate into dishes throughout the week. The large chicken is 5 GBP itself so with the vegetables and or side of bread/yorkshire pudding and salad comes to about 7GBP and makes several more meals out of leftovers. This is probably the best bargain meal you can make for a family in terms of flavor, fillingness and frugality!
This meal, is definitely one of the easiest and tastiest. First take the chicken and place it in a large baking dish. In a small little bowl, gently heat the butter in the microwave until soft and then add the garlic (either pureed or pressed) along with seasoning salt. Be sure to mix thoroughly. Then around the neck of the chicken, reach your hand underneath the skin but above the chicken breast from the neck end – break through the small membrane around the neck so your hand reaches under the skin over the top of the chicken breast from the neck end. Take the butter/garlic/spice mixture and spoon it under the skin over the breast from the neck end – being sure to get it all the way towards the back. After this under the skin breast area has been saturated massage the butter/garlic/spice mixture into the outside of the chicken on all sides.
Cut the lemon in half and put the 2 half pieces into the internal cavity of the chicken from the rear.
Slice the vegetables and put them around the chicken. Place the whole thing in a fan oven pre-heated to 180C and cook for about 1 hour 20 minutes, turning it halfway through front back and stirring the vegetables around a bit.
Poultry is cooked if the juices run clear when the deepest part of the bird is pierced with a thin skewer. If the juices are pink continue cooking for a few minutes and retest Adjust times according to your particular oven. We always use a meat thermometer to check for doneness. ( You don’t want to mess about with undercooked chicken.)

You can serve this with a side salad or even Yorkshire Pudding

So those are some of the main meals we had over the weekend and I plan to put the slow cooker to good use this week with a selection of slow cooker meals to provide the boys with a more nutritious tea and have dinner ready and waiting once we return home from work. Here’s the plan for this week, which we’ll photograph and add to our visual menu plan. What’s not listed below is that each night we also have some type of green salad, either romaine or spinach based. What do you think? Any suggestions?

Mon – Chicken sundried tomato and rice
Tuesday – stroganoff and noodles
Wednesday – Gnocci & Marinara, side salad or garlic bread
Thursday –  Chicken and dumplings
Fri – Chicken, noodles and peas
Sat – Italian pesto bean pasta
Sunday – Macaroni & cheese
Leftovers throughout the week for lunches etc
 We will ill also have chicken salad / egg salad/ tuna salad for lunch fillers amongst other groceries and snacks etc.
Would love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.

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CLIC SARGENT – Do Something Yummy Campaign – and a story about my Grandmother

Many families experience having someone fall ill with cancer. In fact it’s hard to find a family who hasn’t experienced  going though the process of fighting and treating cancer with a friend, family member or loved one. Besides the medical aspects, dealing with a serious illness can feel quite isolating. Sometimes – when you’re in that situation it’s hard to believe there are other people going through what you are – and that there’s help and support out there.

The CLIC Sargent Yummy Mummy Week is the 10th to 18th March 2012.   Anyone can join up and do something positive to help children with cancer.

This year, they are asking us to Do Something Yummy  and come up with new ways to raise money.  Click on the Yummy Mummy Link to join up and request an event pack. Yummy Mummy is a fundraising campaign run by CLIC Sargent, the children’s cancer charity and for six years, mums in the UK have raised money to support the charity through the year.

I learned about this week from Scottish Mum who took this opportunity to share a story about her Mother. If you’re interested in participating – Nickie @nickie72 From Typecast blog is one of the 4 Lead Blogggers on this campaign with Clic Sargent.  She has set writing prompts (like this one – write a post on someone you know who has had cancer and survived) to help bloggers join in with promoting the campaign and spreading the word.  Visit her blog if you would like to take part.

Like Scottish Mum, I have chosen to do a Yummy Post as I do know someone who has had cancer and survived.

My Grandmother, Jean, was beautiful and refined lady. She had excellent taste and always looked elegant – that is until her surgery to remove skin cancer. You see my Grandmother had some time over her life been exposed to too much sun on her face and consequently had to have skin cancer removed from her nose. She went in thinking she’d have a small patch removed. She didn’t even have anyone to drive her home. My Father was called to come be there with her and take her home. They basically removed all of the skin of her nose. ALL of her nose. To replace it they had sliced a nose and nostril sized chunk of skin from her forehead and up into her hairline – which they left attached at the bridge of her nose.  They then twisted and flipped the piece attached down over her nose to cover the bone and cartilage and stitched it all into place. This left an exposed twist of skin and underlying tissue on the area between her eyes, and stitches up her forehead in a line into her hair. Upon her return home I stayed with her for a few days as this strong lady – had to have someone there to look out for her. She was shocked at the procedure, and more so about her appearance.

After the swelling went down and the sutures to heal they were able to remove the extra skin between her eyes and over time the scars softened and faded and and her nose looked as gorgeous as ever. The only signs of it were a very slight white line of a scar on her forehead – visible only if you knew what you were looking at, and an occasional stray hair on the tip of her nose as it used to be on the top of her head (which she’d quickly remove).  The one thing that stayed the longest for her though – was her belief that she scarred or scary looking. She never, I believe got over that initial shock at her appearance, even though within just a few months she looked her normal gorgeous self. (the photo below was taken 1 year after surgery)

Clearly there was a disconnect between her expectations of the procedure and the reality. She was smart, with-it, well educated and used to seeking and receiving medical treatment as necessary.  The procedure itself isn’t a new one. In fact – it’s the oldest cosmetic surgery that’s known to exist. It was first chronicled in a medical book in 800 BC by the Ayurveda Physician Sushruta.

So maybe her Physician hadn’t explained the procedure properly, or my Grandmother or the Physician made certain assumptions. Whatever the case, it’s an excellent example of how we should all strive to be empowered patients. Working in partnership with our Dr to better understand treatment options, learning as much about the disease or treatment as possible and connecting with other patients or support networks who’ve gone through similar experiences. Had my grandmother asked to speak to another patient who’d had the same procedure – she’d have managed her expectations a bit differently I imagine. She’d have known it was full blown cosmetic surgery, and that as major as it was, it would fade and she’d go back to her normal lovely self.

That’s why I think it’s so important to support organizations that help patients connect with each other and provides resources and support through their patient journey.  For me, this means sharing my voice, and my Grandmother’s story to spread the word about Yummy Mummy Week, March 10th – 18th March 2012

Yummy Mummy Week is a fun-packed fundraising campaign during which mums do something yummy for children and young people with cancer, whilst spending quality time with their own children, family and friends.  Money raised throughout the week will be used by CLIC Sargent to provide clinical, practical and emotional support for children and young people with cancer and their families.


To find out more about Yummy Mummy Week 2012 go to www.yummymummy.org.uk or call 08451 206 658 to register for your fundraising pack. To participate on your blog or social network, visit Nickie’s blog Typecast to learn how you can contribute your voice.

About childhood cancer
Every day 10 children and young people in the UK are told they have cancer, and diagnosis usually comes as a shock. Treatment normally starts straightaway and can last up to three years. Although survival rates are over 80%, cancer remains the single largest cause of death from disease in children in the UK.

About CLIC Sargent
CLIC Sargent is the UK’s leading cancer charity for children and young people. It provides clinical, practical and emotional support for young cancer patients and their families, from diagnosis onwards. For more information visit www.clicsargent.org.uk

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