When I lost my hair during cancer treatment a 10-year-old called me a rock star. In the middle of chemo, pink outfits and bald days, it was childhood honesty, not adult reassurance, that gave me confidence to own it.

The reality of the impacts of chemo were beginning to set in. I learned that strength isn’t always about fighting. Sometimes it’s about learning when to stop.

Never underestimate people’s kinds words and actions, they helped me remain positive and strong throughout treatment.

Deciding to shave my head was one thing, but then going out in public was another. How did I manage this decision and was it the right one for me?

This is about being seen, managing fear and learning to live openly during treatment.

Each day brought something new! I knew hair loss was coming, I didn’t expect it to happen so soon. This is the day it started and the moment I chose to take control.

The days after my first chemo were harder than I expected. Here I share what recovery really felt like; the side effects, the fatigue and the first time I had to say no and listen to my body. What really happens in the days after chemo and how do you know when to stop pushing yourself?

Hair we go! Chemo Day One was a mix of fear, kindness and the unknown. From arriving at the Cancer Centre to receiving my first treatment this post shares what it was really like; practically and emotionally.

What happens at a pre-chemo appointment? I share my experience of pre-chemotherapy education, medications, side effects and how I prepared before treatment began.

A person I had never met was instantly one of the people my life depended upon to get better. There was no question about whether I trusted him, I just did!

Don’t take it for granted. Life changes in a flash!

The moment after hearing my breast cancer treatment plan; decisions, openness and letting others share the news. This is how I handled it.

Whatever was going to happen I just had to accept and trust what I was being told.

One word changed everything! How does someone respond? The drive home, the shock the fear; and still life kept moving.

Assessment and diagnosis.

A lump? Or not a lump? That is the question!

Meet Bella. Before meeting Bella I knew she was the one! Introduction was short and we had very little time to prepare for her coming home with us. But we got ourselves together and brought Bella home with us.

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