It all started in 2017 when I found a lump in my armpit. I was only 24 and it felt like my world was about to end. I was in tears and could hardly sleep until I went to my GP, who looked at it and after some deliberation made a referral to my local hospital for an appointment through the breast clinic. Unbeknownst to me, while I was waiting for my appointment to come around, my mum had been and had a mammogram.
The night before my appointment I received a call from my mum. She had just had a phone call from a breast nurse about her mammogram. That was the evening my mum was diagnosed. I constantly marvel at the timing! Fortunately for my mum, her tumour was small and low grade with good prognostic markers. I rushed up to surprise her after her lumpectomy. She couldn’t see why everyone was making a such fuss because she didn’t feel like she was sick.
She would tell me how the radiation was making her tired and how sore the skin around the treatment area was. But she handled it all with such calm, strong attitude that put my mind at ease and made me realise how proud and lucky I am to be her daughter. Fortunately my lump was found to be benign but sometimes I wonder why it had to be my mum and not me.
Not only am I walking for her but I’m also walking for the other young women who haven’t been as lucky as I was and are out there showing breast cancer who’s boss!