On 1st June 1998 I lost something. Oddly, unlike most things you lose, I never wanted to find it again.
The thing I lost was a cancerous lump in my left breast – felt like a pea, just above my left nipple. It’s a weird thing actually finding a lump. But for me, I sensed straight away that it was cancer. I was 29. Once I had been diagnosed (it was over a period of 3 weeks and to this day I feel fortunate to have had private healthcare as my GP wasn’t going to refer me to anyone due to my age), things moved quickly and my operation was scheduled. The weekend before the op I distinctly remember being at a club and in the women’s toilets with other women asking me questions and taking it in turns to feel my breast and the lump! Under any other circumstances it was a porn film waiting to happen!
The operation was only the beginning of a 8 month journey (hate using the word “journey”, but fuck it, it’s been a tough road!), but the operation was also the start of a new life for me. Jonathan Roberts, my surgeon at the London Bridge Hospital, cut the beast out of my breast on 1st June 1998. And then followed on with Paul Ellis my oncologist, who took me through 6 months of chemotherapy, followed by 6 weeks of radiotherapy. I was very lucky, I didn’t lose my hair with the chemo (gutted, anyone that knows me knows that I love my wigs!) and my girlie bits remained intact, so much so that to add to my two kids, Courtney & Taylor, I went onto have 2 more children, Morgan & Matti after all my treatment. Ovaries of steel!! However, don’t get me wrong, the chemotherapy was utterly shit – I worked throughout but I felt like utter crap. Radiotherapy was utterly exhausting going to the hospital every day for 6 weeks and then I took Tamoxifen for 5 years and turned into a raving fucking lunatic. It wasn’t a good time.
But it was a time that I found something. I found life. Since being diagnosed, I have set about living and enjoying. You don’t get second chances, so why not live the life that YOU want to live. I’ve enjoyed holidays, I’ve made new friends and I’ve said goodbye to people, but I have never ever had any regrets. Life is too short. I need to say thank you to a few people
Robin – my ex-husband whom I married in 1999 & divorced some years later. Whatever happened between us, he stood by me throughout my treatment and was an absolute rock. Thank you.
Maria – an old friend with whom I have lost touch. Made me laugh. Made me cry. Was there throughout. Thanks mate.
Jonathan Roberts & Paul Ellis plus all the medical team at London Bridge Hospital – thank you for keeping me alive.
Friends, family, old & new – thank you to everyone. Whether I have known you all my life or for a few years, you have all listened to me. You have all supported me.
Thank you to everyone for taking the time to read and I look forward to celebrating with those of you who can get to my Boobie Bubbles on 9th June – there will be boobies, boogie-ing and more than a few bubbles!!
Today is 1st June 2018 and I am 20 years clear of cancer.