Washing shower gel off my armpits, getting time to myself in a hot shower was pure bliss.
Knowing that my six-month-old Teddy was settled down with my husband Steve, now 34, it was time for a pamper.
Only as I glided my hand over my right breast, I paused.
Oh my God, I thought.
After finding a small lump in the same breast four years prior, which had been ruled out as a cyst by the medics at the Royal Cornwall Hospital, Truro, it had become huge out of nowhere.
So much so, it felt like there was a boiled egg that had been cut in half under my skin.
And with Teddy also refusing milk from my right breast, as well as really swollen glands and dimples showing up as I looked in the mirror, I knew that something wasn’t right.
‘It won’t be anything to worry about, but better to get it checked,’ Steve insisted.
So attending an appointment at the University of North Midlands Hospital,
