I still remember the abject horror of finding a lump in my left breast aged 31. Outwardly, I was trying to project a sense of calm – trying to convince others and myself that it was nothing and everything would be fine. But inside I was feeling a cocktail of panic and fear.
Had it not been for the fact that cancer is so prevalent in my family and I had witnessed loved ones suffer and die from various forms of the disease, perhaps I wouldn’t have been so spooked. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom – or the fear that, inevitably, it was my turn.
