terminal cancer makes you want to make memories whenever you can – and the pandemic is only adding to that feeling.When I was told that I had breast cancer in April 2018, I was upset but I wasn’t really surprised.
I’d found the lump in the shower and from the beginning, I just knew in my gut that it was bad news. The lump was big, on my right breast, and the skin around it had puckered.
What I never expected was to be told – a week after my diagnosis – that the cancer had already spread, and that no treatment could get rid of it.On hearing the news, my mum and husband, Alex, broke down in tears while I sat between them, completely numb.
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