TALKING THERAPY

Rinsing off soap suds, my hand brushed past my breast and I frowned.

What was that?

I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel to dry myself off, and felt my right breast again.

There was a definite lump there.

‘What do you think?’ I asked my husband Rob, 39, and he had a feel.

‘I think you should go to the doctor,’ he said.

My sister-in-law Becky, Rob’s brother’s wife, had had breast cancer, and we’d all been devasted when she’d passed