Popping into my favourite cafe with my aunt Audrey, 56, I had something more important to tell her than having a friendly natter.
And as I tucked into a stottie and a cup of tea, I built up the courage.
‘I found a lump in my breast,’ I said across the table. ‘But please don’t worry, it’s nothing.’
I exhaled as relief spread across her face.
Breast cancer had left lasting damage on our family.
Both my mum Deborah, 66, and Audrey had lost their own mother and aunts to the horrible disease.
And therefore, I’d always known to be vigilant, checking my breasts regularly and thoroughly.
And that’s exactly how I’d found a pea sized lump
