I was only a few weeks into my fabulous 40s when I found a lump. I was a little concerned, but largely reassured that it was probably a harmless fibroid.
I travelled solo to the CUH’s regional cancer unit to get checked out on a chilly January morning in 2011. My husband was minding our two children, then aged 6 and 2, and I didn’t feel the need to ask anyone else to accompany me.
It was a grim day to put…
