Not giving up

Wriggling my wetsuit up over my chest and arms, I frowned.

What was that? Feeling my left breast again, I felt a definite lump.

I was on holiday in Devon with my husband Noel, 53, and our two girls Laura, then 12, and Erin, then eight.

But I assumed it was nothing.

‘Come on, race you to the sea,’ I grinned, zipping up my wetsuit.

A month later, I was back to work as a teacher and had forgotten all