Being only 22, I was ready to do what needed to be done. My dad, having watched my mum go through it, couldn’t bring himself to come to my chemotherapy sessions, let alone say the words ‘chemo’ or ‘cancer’. My partner, who had never seen anyone sick before, put aside his fears and stepped up to support me. Taking time off work to look after me, he came to chemotherapy sessions and appointments.
It wasn’t easy on me or any of my family. We were scared but we stuck together and helped each other through it day by day. It has now been nearly three years since I was first diagnosed. Over those three years, I have been through fertility egg freezing, induced menopause, chemotherapy and seven surgeries, including a double mastectomy and reconstruction. With all the precautions I’ve taken, I have a great prognosis.
My partner and I recently got married, sneaking in the wedding just before COVID-19 hit with a beautiful wedding on the beach, followed by an amazing honeymoon in the Maldives. Lucky for me, I’ve married my number one support system.