But it was something. It was cancer. At 35 I found out I had breast cancer. Cue the dramatic music!
In the year that followed I had a lumpectomy, two rounds of IVF, 5 months of chemo and 23 sessions of radiotherapy. I had an oncologist on speed dial. I knew the in-jokess in the rad clinics. I became au fait with injecting myself and knowing how high my temperature can get before I needed to be worried. I ran out of things to binge on Netflix. But I did everything I was told and I was sure that the cancer had gone. I was even put on a hormone therapy, Tamoxifen, to try and prevent a recurrence.
Unfortunately, in March 2018, at 37, I was told that the cancer had returned and had now spread to my sternum and a variety of lymph nodes throughout my chest and neck as metastatic bone cancer.
I am now officially living with incurable cancer.
This cancer will not be with me for the rest of my life - but it isn't a life sentence.
Yet!
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