Bra-vellous True-life
When I tried on my new sports bra, I never expected to find something more than just a good fit...
Kaye Donovan, 41, from Derby
Watching the front door swing shut, I couldn’t help but feel left out. My husband Dan, 44, was a seasoned cyclist – it had been his passion for years.
From cycling with local clubs to taking our mongrel Tara out for rides with him, he was always getting on his bike.
Only, I had never gone cycling with him before…
Am I missing out? I thought to myself.
And so a seed was planted as I imagined myself pushing the pedals forward…
‘Why not give it a go?’ Dan said. ‘Just try it out and see how you feel.’
The next morning as I walked into work, I signed up for a road bike through my employer’s Bike2Work scheme.
And by April 2016, I was pedalling beside Dan on a local trail through the beautiful Derbyshire countryside.
Joining the same club as Dan and participating in local cycling sportives, it soon became second nature to me.
And in September 2016, we even cycled from London to Paris in just 24 hours!
With no children tying us down, we discovered the globe from the comfort of our bike seats – the world really was our oyster.
I noticed a dimpling on my skin
And in May 2017, we cycled 100 miles in the Derby Skeg Vegas 100 – abike ride from Derby to Skegness – helping to raise money for the Derbyshire Children’s Holiday Centre.
We even went on to complete 10 more events – not counting our regular rides!
Even our Border Terrier Scooby became a cycling regular after Tara passed away – we bought him a special rucksack so he could come along for the ride.
Life seemed perfect, with us cycling together almost every day.
But returning home from a cycling tour through the Peak District on 13 May 2018, my world came crashing down.
All weekend, I’d worn my new sports bra – it had to be lifted over my head rather than my usual front-zipped ones.
Standing in the bathroom, I lifted my arms to wriggle out of it.
Only, I caught my reflection in the mirror.
And I spotted something strange.
There was a slight dimpling of the skin under my right breast.
That doesn’t look right… I thought. Maybe the bra just caught my skin.
Prodding the area, I felt no lump and there was no discharge or reddening either – so I wasn’t too worried about it.
But when I undressed a few hours later before my evening shower, I decided to check in the mirror again.
The dimpling was still there.
Without telling Dan, as I didn’t want to scare him over nothing, I rang my GP and was offered a next-day appointment – it was better to be safe than sorry.
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