So it was the 10th of May 2018. I can’t remember the weather, what I was wearing, what I’d had for breakfast or any other irrelevancies. All I remember about that day is it was the day I was told I had breast cancer. What the actual fuck? I’m a relatively healthy 36 year old. Never smoked, eat healthy most of the time (come on, we all love the occasional shit food) Yes I like a drink. In fact I love a drink, but does…
