I remember leaving the clinic wanting to throw up. No one had really explained to me what was actually going on or told me what was wrong. Perhaps they thought I knew or perhaps they thought it was best I didn't. I called my mum straight away and she began the wave of 'It will be fine's that crashed down on me for the next month.
An audacious ambition requires a game-changing approach. Beating cervical cancer in the developing world is a huge undertaking and one that requires a fundamentally new way of approaching the problem - combining vital supply of vaccinations with demand for these vaccinations from the girls whose lives could be saved.
If it means that even one woman swerves the evil HPV, or goes for a smear test who may not otherwise have bothered, then it's worth the embarrassment of sharing such personal details with you all. I may have missed out on being a mother, but thanks to the screening I'm lucky enough to be alive to tell the tale.
This week could of gone totally the other way, I could now be sat here writing a totally different account of things. I shared two waiting rooms with lots of other women who today are facing a different reality and trying to come to terms with how they will face and get through what lies ahead for them.