On 25th January 2012, I heard the words
that no-one wants to hear. Or at least I did once the doctor had repeated it about three
times ... It was just too surreal.
I genuinely didn't think I had breast cancer. While
there was always the nagging outside chance that it could be, there really
wasn't any reason to think that it was. I'm only 38. I'm slim, I'm healthy, I
don't smoke ... and, while I do like the odd tipple, there is absolutely NO
history of breast cancer in my family.
Apart from being shocked, I was really bloody
annoyed. How. Feckin'. Dare. You. Yes - YOU, you pesky little tumour. The
unwanted gift. The uninvited guest ... Who the bloody hell asked you to the party?
So that's why I started this blog, to chronicle
my belligerent one-woman battle. And I'll start as I mean to go on, by saying
loud and clear:
"CANCER, you CAN F*CK right OFF!"