I would not have the chemo and take my chance after the baby comes out. Although I would want to be around for the baby throughout his or her life, if nothing could be done then I would gladly give my life to make sure that my child came out as healthy as can be. Most parents would already gladly give their own lives in return for their child, a fetus is no less to the parents that want the baby. (There is always the scenario of the unwanted pregnancy and therefore a termination of the pregnancy and chemo might be an option but since you are asking me what I would do then that's the first scenario).

If I knew I was therefore going to die, I would make memories for my child to have of me when he or she is older. I have a daughter and started a journal while I was pregnant. The purpose of the journal is to chronicle my thoughts about her and our lives at different points (mostly when I feel like writing). I might go months without writing but she is going on two now and I have kept up with it periodically. I don't think its necessary to write everyday in her journal but if I knew I were to die than I would write every day on every topic I could think of and I would leave video footage of me as well telling her things that I thought she should know. Assuming she is kept with people who would care for her as I would and would honor my wishes and keep me as a presence in her life, I would provide as much information to her as I could.

I would probably go ahead with the chemotherapy, if that was the only treatment option. Honestly, I feel like my life is the more established, viable, and developed life, and therefore more worth preserving. A lot of fetuses don't make it to birth, and since my being in such poor health could result in the baby being born sick or dying anyway, I may as well try to save myself. I'm sure it would be a terribly difficult decision, and it would be terrible to lose the baby, but I know my own death would have a more profound impact on my family and those around me.

Having already given birth and experienced motherhood, I could never allow myself to willingly harm my child. Born or unborn. Understanding that my health will suffer, I would take every precaution to place the least amount of pressure on my body, until the birth. Then I would push myself through the rigorous treatments after the birth. I would hope, pray, hope and pray some more that my potential sacrifice would be rewarded with remission. And if I were not to survive, my struggle would have still been worthy, as now there is a new life to carry on. I almost didn't make it through my first pregnancy, I'd be hardpressed to give up easily. Stubborn and proud, I would carry that beautiful baby, and then fight for my life.

I'd wait until after the baby was born and then have the chemo therapy. I believe that we put to much faith in modern medicine and the word of doctors these days. Several doctors told my father he would unquestionably die within 4 years over 8 years ago after he had 7 heart attacks in a week resulting in a quadruple bi-pass surgery. The man still works well over 40 hours a week at 61 and has outlived there "expiration" date by five years this February. Doctors cannot factor in will power. They cannot factor in the desire to live. I'd say the life of your child is one hell of a reason to live.