I’m Roisin Pelan, I’m 37 and I’ve been on treatment for breast cancer for five years. I want to scream it from the motherfucking rooftops...
EARLY DETECTION CAN GIVE PROTECTION.
I’m new here and I intend on staying for the long haul. I’m in the Cancer Club and unfortunately, I’m going to be in it for the rest of my (very long) days.
I was 32 when I was first diagnosed - plodding through the crappest pregnancy known to man. The icing on the cake? A 5cm lump in my left breast. Hurrah!
I worked as a medical secretary in the Oncology department and was literally about to hobble, pant and limp out of there whilst sticking my fingers up at my ‘out of office’.
Sadly, it wasn’t to be and as I cried snot into my partner - Michael’s jumper and asked if our baby would be affected, I longed for an octuple brandy with a side of XXXL red wine.
How the fu**ity fu** was this going to pan out?
Our daughter Ivy arrived in the world two weeks later after a three day induced labour.
I tried not to love her, I was so utterly terrified I would have to leave her but the minute she arrived and was placed on my chest, she looked up at me and I looked down at her and I knew.