breast cancer had come back, and spread to my lungs. I remember sitting in that little room in the East Surrey Hospital with my husband Tom, completely unable to process it.
I’d had a gut feeling that things weren’t right, but nothing can prepare you for something like this. ‘So it’s incurable?’ I asked the doctor. ‘Yes,’ she replied.As Tom drove us home, I was utterly numb.
I probably cried, but I was in such a state of shock, I can’t remember.I’d had chemotherapy and a double mastectomy in 2019, and at the end of that year I was given as close to an all clear as you can get, so Tom and I were planning to go travelling.
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