I was scared stiff. By now, my boobs were turning black… My boobs were always my proudest assets. I loved showing off my 38DDs and cleavage in classy outfits. And my hubby, Nick, 33, loved them, too.
‘It’s true, I’m a boob man,’ he’d confess unashamedly.
But then, in 2011, I was diagnosed with fibrocystic breast disease, causing benign cysts in both my breasts.
Sudden movements made me wince in agony. Permanently tender, painkillers didn’t help.
Then, in September 2014, at a routine ultrasound scan, I noticed the radiographer was frowning.
‘Your breasts are a nightmare,’ he commented.
There were so many lumps to navigate. If there was a dangerous growth in there, how would they find it?
‘What if cancer went undetected?’ I fretted to Nick.
So, in October…
