I used to have two boobs attached to me permanently, but now I keep the right one in a box when I’m not using it. That’s the obvious physical manifestation of having had breast cancer; the psychological and emotional scars are perhaps a lot less obvious.
I am 48, a wife and mother with a full-time professional job. I’ve just started studying my Masters degree and in the spare 45 seconds I have remaining in each day, will occasionally write on this blog.
Cancer means nothing on some days, and everything on others.