On the 5th of May 2016 I woke up with a black ball of worry in my chest. The day before I had been diagnosed with breast cancer. I was only 34 years old with two kids (Eva 7 and Logan 4) and breast cancer was most definitely not on my ‘to do’ list. My kids were the first thing I started to worry about. I know I was going to need months of treatment that would make me very ill and I was terrified about how this would affect them. There was also always the underlying fear that the doctors couldn’t fix this and I would be leaving my fantastic little girl and boy without a mum……..
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