The room felt like it was spinning. ‘Cervical cancer?’ I said in disbelief. The doctor nodded. ‘I’m afraid it’s quite advanced.’
Aged 25, I was absolutely shattered by the diagnosis.
I can’t die now, I thought.
Young and busy and working as a TV producer, I enjoyed my single life.
I’d never thought for one second I could have cancer.
Six weeks later, I had a radical hysterectomy – keeping my ovaries – followed by chemo and radiation therapy.
Doctors tried to minimise the impact of the radiation on one of the ovaries, in the hope it’d
