Lying on the hospital trolley as I was wheeled down to the operating theatre, I was overwhelmed with a sudden sadness.Today was the day I’d say goodbye to my beloved boobs – forever.
Lots of women have double mastectomies, I know that. But my situation was different – because I’d made the decision to have the surgery myself.
My mum Geraldine had lost her life to breast cancer and I was determined to do what I could to beat the killer gene that had ravaged our family.
I’d miss my boobs, but it was so much more important for me to stay alive. And as the anaesthetist appeared at my side, I could have sworn I heard Mum whispering softly in my ear, “You’re doing the right thing, love, I’m here for you.” Growing up in Wigan, Greater Manchester, me and my twin sister Rebecca had been so close to our mother.
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