Since my diagnosis I have lost both my breasts, and struggled with the devastating side effects of heavy chemo and radiotherapy - NOTHING will ever be as effective as chemotherapy when it comes to hair removal!

What many people with breast cancer ask me is "what does 'normal' mean now"? And how does a person find their 'new normal' after the huge impact of a breast cancer diagnosis? There are so many unanswered questions, fears and anxieties.

If you're reading this blog post, you're probably fully aware of the existence of breast cancer, but when was the last time you checked your breasts?

I think a lot of people have been touched by breast cancer either personally or know of some friend or family member who has gone through the journey. I call it a journey because that's precisely what it is and I know it personally but thankfully, mine was caught really early.

Once you've picked your jaw up off the floor, you may be surprised to learn the aim of this overtly sexual ad is to encourage women to have more breas...

Reactions to my breast cancer diagnosis were varied. An older, male, former colleague simply sent a one-line email that said, "Better get the box sets in then." (He has been similarly helpful and supportive ever since.)

In March 2005 I was diagnosed with breast cancer. They told me it was secondary breast cancer because it had already spread to my liver and lungs. If the treatment went well, I would have years, not months, but unlike women diagnosed with primary breast cancer, I could never be cured.

Call me naïve, but at no point did it even occur to me that they might be doing these tests because they thought I had cancer. On Friday 22 June, I skipped out of work and to my appointment. "Did you bring anyone with you today?" the nurse asked. And that was the moment I knew.

Gone was the old stiff Frankenboob, with its wonky edges and hard bits, gone was the annoying pipe that stuck in to my ribs, gone are the days of pumping up the jam. All gone. Frakenboob is now more. Lefty has risen from the operating table like a boob shaped phoenix and has been reborn as a real life (or very close to it) boobie! And he feels amazing.

Breast cancer has taken up a large part of my life. My mother and two aunts all suffered from the disease, all diagnosed when mothers and relatively young women - and - as cases can be linked to genetics, so did I.

Evelyn Lauder was a true inspiration; she had personal experience of breast cancer and was determined to address a crucial lack of funding in breast cancer research at the time. She led the pink power movement that lit up iconic buildings in pink across the world and got people everywhere taking about breast cancer.

Running a relatively new charity myself, I have a vested interest in paying attention to these online campaigns. Everyone knows that awareness raising has been revolutionised by social media, allowing us to show our support at the click of a button.

Never one to be shy of taking up a challenge (Dancing on Ice, Total Wipeout, MasterChef to name a few), my next death-defying adventure is a 400km cycle ride in Kenya, on behalf of Women V Cancer.

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