‘We’re happy, strong and unashamed’ When I was told I had breast cancer, I couldn’t even say the words aloud. My husband Mark and I were so shocked. It was advanced stage 3, and I was told I’d need to have my left breast removed. It was September 2012 and, aged 46, I just needed to do whatever it took to make sure I’d be OK.
Those next months were hard, but with the help and support of the charity CancerCare and, of course, Mark and my kids, Jenna, then 24, John, 19, and Elena, nine, I made it through the chemo, full node clearance, mastectomy, radiotherapy, and finally the reconstruction.
Desperate to give something back, I started volunteering for the charity. Talking to patients, I decided to set up…
