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Sitting there in silence, the room began to spin out of control.

I looked around me. Where there had once been one consultant, now three more filed in. Then someone handed me a gown.

I’d come in to get results which I thought would be negative–but it was bad news.

‘We are very sorry. You have breast cancer,’ one consultant told me instead.

It was 2013. I’d only just had my third child, Henry. My others, George and Will, were at sports day.

I’d found a lump a few months earlier, but because I’d been breastfeeding Henry and had had mastitis, I’d been misdiagnosed and told the lump was down to that.

Now, after the results of a biopsy had