Jill Rackham, 46, from Sheffield
Sitting back, I exhaled deeply – I felt relaxed.
In August 2020, I was on holiday on the east coast of Yorkshire with my husband Steve, now 48, and my two boys.
And after the throes of the first lockdown, it was nice to have some downtime.
Only, brushing my hand over my collarbone, I felt a lump.
It was solid but not rock hard – feeling more like the thickening of skin.
I had recently been going to the gym and wondered if I
