AUSSIE REAL LIFE
Feelinga lump on my breast, I frowned. Better get it checked, I thought.
After an ultrasound and mammogram, I was referred to a surgeon for a lumpectomy to have the tumour removed.
A month later, in January 2018, when I was 49, the doctor had grave news.
‘The cancer was the size of a golf ball. You’re lucky you had it removed when you did,’ she said.
When I was told I’d need chemotherapy, I reeled in shock. Starting treatment in February,