When life went tits up

December 2021

If it wasn't for the power of openly talking and having these conversations I would never have found my lump so early and for that I will forever be grateful. And so this it what has fuelled the fire in me to write this blog to raise awareness.

And maybe, also to help me cope with it all. As I've found writing seems to be a form of therapy. Sharing all the emotions of fear, lows, vulnerability, resilience, an overwhelming amount of love and kindness and everything in-between.

From biopsies, scans, X-Rays, mammograms, surgeries, chemotherapy, radiotherapy and hormone treatments (that will continue for the next 10 years) I'm going to talk about it all.

Spending the week I turned 30 in and out of a fertility clinic, freeing embryos. Coming to terms with losing all of my hair and eye lashes to chemo. Wig shopping with my sister. Adjusting to new scars, tattoos and cording. Juggling a million hospital appointments while trying to grow my own business and then help my partner set-up a new one in chaos of it all...

By writing these open and honest posts then maybe I can help encourage just one person to keep going on their journey, and help them in some way however big or small.

And if I can be that one story you talk about to your friends on how breast cancer can affect young women too.

Being diagnosed at 29 years old, with no family history, fit & healthy shows cancer doesn’t discriminate against anyone.