The year 2026 marks three decades since I ...

I turned 50 in September and, as well as presents and good wishes, I received an invitation to attend my first mammogram. I’d registered a few months before and was pleased to have the chance to get m

In last week’s article, I shared that I was recently diagnosed with early-stage breast cancer. Having had no symptoms, no lump, no nipple discharge or skin puckering, it was picked up by my first mamm

Donia tried to lift her confidence after a terrifying diagnosis. Then she realised her fatal mistake…

Sitting beside the hospital bed where my 15-year-old daughter Leoni lay, I clutched her hand. ‘It’s cancer,’ I said, fighting back tears. Seeing her bewildered face staring back at me, my heart broke.

At the end of the road I live on in Herne Bay in Kent, there’s a bench. It overlooks the sea and is a place I often go when I want to clear my mind. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve sat the