breast cancer.‘I can’t believe you’re taking work calls at a time like this,’ Eddy said. It showed how much I had disconnected from what was important in my life.
I was 39 years old. We had two gorgeous sons, Fred, then two, and Max, seven, but instead of thinking of me or them, I was worrying about the fast-growing, multimillion-pound branding business I co-owned.Despite the pain in my armpit that had been going on for months, I never for one moment thought I was about to be told I had breast cancer.
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