Sitting across from the specialist, my heart sank.
‘There isn’t a cure,’ he said, and I burst into tears. My partner Jason put his arm around me.
It was late 2011, and a routine CT scan two weeks earlier had found a stage 4 tumour in my liver.
Suddenly my future looked very uncertain.
I’d been here before.
In 2002, aged 32, I’d been diagnosed with breast cancer and had six months of gruelling chemo, followed by a mastectomy and reconstructive surgery.
I was given the all-clear, only five years later, I
