My sweet daughter, I thought you were 14 and pregnant. But the truth was much worse

Mum Ange Ienco was shocked to feel a “five-month baby bump” sticking out of her daughter Giovanna’s stomach in 2012. But after taking the 14-year-old to the doctor’s, she discovered it was something much more sinister. Below, Ange, 46, from Victoria, Australia, writes a heartbreaking letter to her daughter, who died just weeks after her 15th birthday

Dear Giovanna, my sweet bubbly girl,

A typical teen, your hair had to be perfect, or there’d be hell to pay! But even at 14 you were so generous, Giovanna.

Your dad, Fred, and I had always taught you and your little brother, Nando, then 12, to be kind and that there was no greater gift than to give.

That Christmas, you loved picking the perfect pressie for your loved ones.

“You’re right, Mum – it is better to give than receive,” you told me.

Then the following May, I was waiting for you to finish netball training when your coach came over.

Is Giovanna pregnant?’” she asked, awkwardly. What the hell? She’s only a kid! I fumed inwardly.

Watching you on the court though, your belly did jut out noticeably under your top. You’d always had a little pot belly…

But you’d been so tired recently too. I’d put it down to you being busy at school.

You were my world, Giovanna. How could I not have noticed?

“Darling, can Mummy feel your belly?” I asked gently that night.

Putting my hands on your stomach, it felt like a five-month baby bump and hard as a rock. Could you really be pregnant? I fretted, imagining the worst. What if you’d been molested?

You were getting upset and I didn’t want to overwhelm you.

We’ll go to the doctor tomorrow,” I soothed.

The next day, I quietly asked the GP to do a pregnancy test, then we were sent straight for an ultrasound.

As the wand slid over your belly, the sonographer looked worried.

“I need you to go to hospital now – there’s a growth on her ovary the size of a football,” he said.

“Everything will be fine,’” I told you, playing it down.

A specialist said it looked like a cyst. Still, they ran tests to be sure.

When I was cooking dinner a few nights later, a doctor rang.

“We need you back here at 9am,” he said.

My heart sunk.

At hospital, you were rushed into theatre where a 22lb tumour and one of your ovaries was removed.

Afterwards, it was like you’d delivered a baby. An angry scar like a C-section ran along your pubic bone and your stomach was flat.

You were rapt with your trim tum, Giovanna! We were just as happy when we were allowed to take you home a week later.

It was short-lived.

Two days later, you were diagnosed with ovarian cancer.

“Six rounds of chemo and you’ll be back playing netball,” your oncologist said.

You turned 15 a few weeks later, my precious girl.

That same day, you had your first round of chemo.

A fortnight after that, we threw you a birthday party with all your friends. You were so weak, but pushed through, and in your little black dress, you looked gorgeous.

“That was the best night of my life!” you exclaimed.

Your face shone with happiness, darling.

How I wished I could freeze that moment.

Two weeks later, you were rushed back to hospital in agony. Terrifyingly, your belly started growing again too.

You had another round of chemo, but your ‘bump’ continued to swell until it looked like you were nine months pregnant.

I even had to buy you a pair of size-20 pyjama pants.

Despite it all, you were still thinking of others.

“Mum, we need to raise money for Ronald McDonald House to help other families like us,” you insisted.

“We will darling, but you need to get better first,” I said.

After two horrifying weeks and another round of chemo, docs sat your dad and I down.

Giovanna’s organs are shutting down,” we were told.

There was nothing they could do to save you, darling.

And we didn’t have weeks or months left with you. Just days.

Dad and I were crushed, but we put on a brave face for you. The word “dying” was banned – we didn’t want you to be scared.

The next day, you were sedated to ease your pain.

Getting into bed with you, I wrapped my arms around you and fell asleep.

In the morning, Dad took my place, then your little brother snuggled up with you.

“Go darling, fly with the angels,” I sobbed as you took your last breath just after midday.

It was so peaceful, Giovanna. But losing you, my baby, shattered my heart. It was less than three months since you’d been diagnosed

It was you who inspired me to carry on though.

With your voice guiding me, just months after you passed, I started a charity called Giovanna’s Gift.

Six years on, we’ve raised more than $50,000 for ovarian cancer research and Ronald McDonald House, just like you’d wanted.

There’s even a room named in your honour.

You were taken from me too early, beautiful girl.

But I know you’d want me to share your story to spare other families our pain.

Ovarian cancer is known as the silent killer. If we’d known the signs and detected it earlier, we might have been able to save you.

You will always be my greatest gift, Giovanna.

With all my love,

Mum