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There's no doubt now that Angelina Jolie is superhuman. Just four days after she had a double mastectomy she was back at work doing storyboards for th...
I'm never influenced by celebrities. I would never consider going on a certain type of diet because someone famous did. But today I stand corrected. Today I feel moved enough to listen to a celebrity. To be influenced by her choices and her suggestions.
Right now those highly positive expectations that everything will be fine, well they have evaporated. I am so over this C-monkey roller coaster. I want to get off. I want a cancer holiday. A break from all the crap in my head, a day when it's not in my thoughts.
A cancer charity has expressed its disappointment after the health regulator said a new drug to treat breast cancer was "not value for money". In n...
Saturday 16 Feb - Valentine's weekend for many, operation number four for me. This time as part of the breast cancer reconstruction they were going to tackle as much of the symmetry issues as possible and hopefully give me a new nipple - it was a pretty big day, who doesn't want a nipple for Valentine's?!
An image of a tattoo on the chest of a breast cancer survivor is going viral on Facebook - because the social networking giant apparently kept removin...
With it being the fourth operation I know exactly what to expect now. I'm like a boob op pro. My pre operation habits and rituals will be the same and I know exactly how to prepare myself. For example, I know that I like to work from home the day before so I can have some 'me' time.
There I am, on Newsnight, live on the bloody BBC talking about Lefty, my imaginary cancer character C-Monkey and boob-shaped cookies. Oh dear God. This was not another morphine moment. I wasn't hallucinating. I was sitting in a studio, in front of the legend that is Jeremy Paxman.
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?
Bernie Nolan's cancer has returned just two years after she was told she had beaten the disease. The former Nolans singer and star of ITV1's 'The B...
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...
A bra which hope to detect breast cancer in wearers, before it can be seen in traditional scans, has shown promising early results. In a series of ...
The last thing Londoners expected on their commute in to work on Thursday morning was to be confronted by 60 dancing breasts. But confronted they were...
There are few things more heart-wrenching than being told you can't have children. But being in that situation now, alone in the fertility clinic at a point in my life when I wasn't even in a relationship - wasn't even ready to have kids - was surreal.
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.)
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.
Now, this is all rather strange. A goat was kidnapped (kidnapped - geddit?*) from PB's Pumpkin Patch in San Diego on Sunday night - but turned up righ...
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.
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A groundbreaking campaign has been launched by the Scottish government to highlight the signs and symptoms of breast cancer. The advert is the fir...
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.
I had no idea that men could even get breast cancer. My partner had no idea that men could get breast cancer. My friends, my family, seemingly no one was aware that men could get breast cancer. And yet there I stood, with breast cancer.
