My Name Is Sophie Jayawardene and this is my story.
It could have been a normal day where I do normal chores. In actual fact it was a normal day despite a call I got from my GP in early May 1989. It was a beautiful sunny day, the beginning of my second winter in New Zealand, the country we had migrated to a year earlier. I was not looking forward to going through another four months of the cold misery weather. But as it happened I had a life to look forward to, appreciating and enjoying all things this little city had to offer. Usually after my six year old son had gone to school and my four year old daughter had gone to pre-school, I would clean up and spend most of the day reading Mills and Boon books. It was then that my phone rang, "Is your husband home?"
That was my GP on the other side.
"No," I answered politely.
"It's actually for your results. You are positive."
I had been waiting to hear from from my doctor. Two weeks earlier I had visited him for a routine pregnancy check up and told him my legs were swelling up. In my previous pregnancy I had been told it was blood pressure. I am not worried, it has happened with the other two children, I had told my doctor. He then suggested carrying out a blood test. He referred me to Dr. Shelly Robertson, a gynecologist, for the blood test. I had never heard of a gynecologist. At her clinic, a man with a white robe and gloves came into the room and did a blood test. With that I went home and basically carried on with my life.
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