A Life With Breast Cancer
One Lump Or Two?
When I was told I had breast cancer, there was no time for a pity party. It was all go, go, go from the outset. There wasn’t even that 'movie moment'. You know the one. When they're ushered into the room, silent but for a ticking clock. Someone clears their throat,...
I feel a tit…
It started innocently enough. In a shower, at the end of a long night flight back from Cape Town. I wasn't even looking for anything. I'd seen the adverts, read the stories, even had an Aunt who'd been diagnosed with Breast Cancer ten years ago. But I have to be...