My story is not one to scare anyone. If you are have read my cancer overview, have had your own early stage cancer dalliance and are thinking, shit, is this is what’s to come? Stop.
No one story can dictate your own. I can’t stress that enough. And despite what sounds like a frightening timeline (and heck I’m only coming to terms with my most recent news) there has been so much HOPE and MAGIC in between times and WILL continue to be.
Entertain me a little- yes there have been additional cancer scares I’ve not yet touched on yet- but since my first diagnosis I have met and married a wonderful guy, worked with some huge brands, lived my best quiz show life, been an extra in a Marvel Movie, legit/literally climbed mountains, found a passion in shouting about breast cancer in an overlooked population of young thrivers, formed some of the most amazing friendships I’d now be lost
without and deepened existing bonds with friends and family, and most importantly, become a mother to the single most precious little girl in the universe (my mum goggles don’t lie). Lilah Rae. My miracle.
I may be taking a longer dip in the rapids this time, but believe me I’ll be finding the joy.
Even if it’s sitting around drinking a cup tea and eating biscuits when/if I find that’s all I can manage. Sometimes it’s just the simple things…and during periods of ill health, whatever that may be, even just getting/showing up can also be the greatest achievements…
