Musings as I journey through cancer (for the second time), with as much grace and humour as I can muster.
About Me Carefree party-girl & confident nightclub hostess, until a breast cancer diagnosis, aged 31, slapped me right in my lipsticked chops.
A year later, a mess of anxiety & depression, trying to find my way in a new reality, I chose yoga over anti-depressants. It was the best decision of my life.
The last 7 years has seen me trekking though the Andes (with barely any hair), living in a tent on a Bahamian island, becoming a Sivananda yoga teacher, getting over heartbreak while sailing across the Atlantic Ocean, working with Yazidi refugees on Mount Olympus & raising over £30k for charity.
Amongst all that, I've had my boobs amputated twice and overcome breast implant illness.. only to be told my cancer came back in Jan 2019.
Basically, I’ve fallen apart and put myself back together more times than Donald Trump's tweeted about 'fake news'.