Mum’s legacy helped me FIGHT MY OWN BATTLE

I listened to the words my mum, Dinny, was saying but I couldn’t take them in. She’d already had breast cancer once and doctors had told her she was better. How could it have come back? It was November 2002, and although I was 19 now, the memory of her initial diagnosis eight years before was still fresh in my mind.

I’d only been 11 at the time, my younger sister Jess was nine and our older sister, Kate, 21. Jess and I, in particular, hadn’t really understood the seriousness of her illness, partly thanks to her amazingly positive attitude from the start.

It had