CANCER WON’T WIN

Lying in bed one morning, my eldest son William, now six, jumped in for a cuddle. As I put my arms around him, my hand brushed past my left boob.

What was that..?

I’d felt a lump.

I knew it wasn’t right.

I booked an appointment to see my GP that morning.

‘It doesn’t look like anything to worry about,’ he said. ‘It could be a blocked milk duct.’

I was breastfeeding my youngest son Noah, now two.

‘I’ll send you for a