LET THE FIGHT BEGIN
Stepping out of a hot shower, I wrapped my towel around me.
As I began to dry myself, my hand brushed along my left breast.
What’s that? I thought, feeling a lump in my breast.
It was summer 2019, and I was a fit and healthy single, working mum to my daughter Poppy, then 11.
Feeling well, I thought nothing more of the lump.
It never crossed my mind that it could be sinister.
Still, I emailed my local GP for advice to double-check.
Poppy and I were going to spend the next few months at my mum’s house in Cornwall for the summer, then we would be moving house from Oxford to Eastbourne.
, my
