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Crossing the finish line, I stretched out my arms and soaked up the cheers and clapping. I was exhausted and my whole body ached yet I’d never felt so euphoric. I’d done it. I’d pushed myself out of my comfort zone, taking on not only a physically gruelling challenge, but also one that would see me embrace my new body. Losing my breasts to cancer had really knocked my confidence, but now I was back, braver and stronger than ever before.
I’d been diagnosed with breast cancer in June 2019. It was discovered during a mammogram after I’d been to the GP with concerns about a weeping nipple. The cancer was in my left breast only and thankfully it hadn’t spread to my lymph