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The Ghost of Christmas Past
This time two years ago I began to suspect something wasn't right, then on the night of Christmas eve I found my definite lump. I still remember staring shocked into the ceiling, the darkness was a ...
I didn't realise how close our diagnosis was Bec. I was with family away at Xmas... awaiting pathology results and putting on a stiff upper lip as we coped with my SIL dying that week. It was emotional hell and I never want it to return. Some days I believe I am cured. Other days I believe I will eventually die of breast cancer. Hypervigilent we will forever be. But following through with investigation despite it is important. Hope your day went well. Kath x