OK the story so far. There I was just minding my own business, prancing through life, studying midwifery at uni when BAM I am hit. Cancer decided that I was doing far too dandy and I needed a lesson in stopping and standing still for a while!!!! After a history of breast cysts, I toddled along to the hospital for the latest spate of them with absolutely no worry at all. Ooops!!!! After an ultrasound they immediately did a mammogram (I am 32 for gods sake) and then said I would need a biopsy before I left the building.

A week later I nochanantly went for the results on my own, no problem I thought!! WRONG. It was confirmed that I have grade 3 (out of 3) breast cancer, the most aggressive form. After a barrage of scans and tests it was discovered that it has spread to my liver as well. The worst thing has been telling my 7 1/2 and 6 year old children, but I have been totally honest with them.

I have now completed 3 courses of FEC chemotheraphy and they have made me poorly. I am about to embark on another 3 of Docetaxel and after chatting to people I decided to keep a blog from now on. Hopefully it will help people who are going through the same kind of thing, or about to start. at worst it will be a memory for my children.