On International Women’s Day in March 2023, I was diagnosed with breast cancer at the ripe old age of 28. I had 3 months of weekly chemotherapy and 6 months of a targeted treatment (Herceptin), and finally, radiotherapy.
It took 14 months and cost me my boobs, my hair and my fertility all before I was 30, but I had my life.
Life isn’t without its challenges, but I’m here, and I’m living every moment fully. I’m proud of what I’ve overcome, and I’m passionate about helping others find the strength to do the same.
The fact I’d had a mastectomy was abruptly brought back to the forefront of my mind due to countless “are you planning to breastfeed” questions.
“That’s when a wave of guilt washed over me because I wanted to be able to provide her with the perfect drink, at the perfect temperature without making her wait.”
“It makes me feel super, super proud knowing I can give back something that helped my little girl so much in her first couple of days and helps take away that extra bit of stress.”
