This isn't a typical blog post but more of a mini appeal for sponsorship! On Thursday 28th September I will be taking to the catwalk in front of 1,700 people in the Breast Cancer Care London Fashion Show! This isn't just any ordinary fashion show. What makes this show uniquely special is that all of the…
Patient patient.
My stay at Birmingham was probably my easiest of all my hospital admissions. I actually felt relatively OK in myself to begin with, but my bloods and polka dot skin told a different story. I was glad for Mum to arrive with a bag of clothes and familiar belongings from home. I'd been dressed in a…
Poxy pox.
Yep, that's right. Chickenpox that I had as a small child, apparently got reactivated just 5 days post my first chemo. Just my luck! I started to get some spots on my back and a few appearing on my face. At first I thought it was just my chemotherapy and steroids causing a spot outbreak but…
Fertility to infertility.
Chemotherapy can make you infertile. As if cancer isn't enough to deal with and now I have to face the possibility that I may never regain my fertility?! This is definitely something that I didn't think I would ever have to consider at 24 years old. With next to no time to contemplate such a…
Cold cap & chemo.
Wednesday 21st October 2015 = Round 1 of chemo! After numerous appointments at various hospitals, it was decided that I would receive my chemotherapy on the Young Person's Unit at Birmingham QE Hospital. Initially, I was given the option to have my treatment at Kidderminster hospital. I wanted to scope out my options so asked to…
Surgery and stockings.
August 14th 2015 = Breast surgery! I strangely didn't feel nervous about this day. In fact I looked forward to it - knowing that the evil mass formed inside my breast was trying to send me on my way to an early death bed, I felt more than keen to get it cut out! I…
The breast bomb.
Before I deliver the obvious crappy news to the world, let me rewind to an amazing weekend with one of my best friends, Ella. This weekend will always be significant and stand out to me, not only for the obvious (it being a load of fun!) but also because it was the weekend before my…
Look-see, biopsy.
My biopsy was carried out by the same Doctor that had previously done my ultrasound. She numbed my breast with local anaesthetic which stung a lot, and prepared me for a loud 'click' sound and a slight 'tug' on my breast. One click and tug later, one sample was taken. Unhappy with just…
Breast and best.
I'd been keeping my cool all week, awaiting the results of a scan and biopsy I had on Tuesday 7th July 2015. I reassured myself it was nothing to worry about. After all, that's what the majority were telling me too. When you're sure about something, you tend to accept it or forget about it…
Mind-bloggling
So, here I am... 20 months after being told "It's cancer". It has definitely been the craziest, adrenaline pumping 20 months of my life. I thought nothing would top my year+ of adventuring the other side of the world but cancer has proved me wrong. Or has it? "Adrenaline pumping" is definitely one way to describe things since…
Breast Things About Me... 