About my Diagnosis

In June of 2016 my dog stood on me whilst trying to kiss me and uncovered a painful lump in my boob – I assumed it would be nothing. I was young-ish. I was, sort of, in a roundabout way, fit and healthy. And every bit of literature tells you dangerous lumps don’t hurt. Even the GP I saw said as much when he fobbed me off.

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!