09/11/2022
This time exactly one year ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was 41 and had no family history. It came completely out of the blue and at a time in my life where I was feeling really healthy and strong. But that’s how it goes. 1 in 7 women in the UK will get breast cancer, so why not me? So this past year has been spent doing chemo, having surgery and radiotherapy and I continue on immunotherapy until May next year. Plus hormone therapy for the next 10 years which leads to all kinds of fun menopausal symptoms like hot flushes and poor sleep.
Even though this year hasn’t been the best, I’m left with an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. For the amazing friends and family in my life who have been with me through this, for my understanding employer and colleagues, for the incredible doctors and nurses. Exercise and eating well, working with a nutritionist who specialises in cancer, my kids, the dog, walking, music and MAFS have all gotten me through this s**t show.
But the message is, please check your b***s. I found a rough pea (not what I’d call a lump) and it was caught early, which makes all the difference with these things. No one is immune to the clever bastard that is cancer