Sitting comfortably on the sofa, I grabbed a muslin cloth.
Latching on, my baby boy Dexter started sucking away.
After having Betsy, now five, and recently welcoming her brother, my breastfeeding routine had started again.
Only, gazing down, I noticed something strange on my chest.
A small, purple bruise, with a raised surface.
Thinking it must have been something to do with producing milk, I ignored it.
But, over the months, the unsightly lump started to grow.
I wasn’t concerned about what it was – I was more worried about how it looked.
Showing my GP the bruise, I felt reassured.
‘I really don’t think it’s anything to worry about, but we will refer you to check things over,’ he confirmed.
It must be a cyst, I convinced myself.
But…
