I was 29 when diagnosed with two cancers, and single. My main worry was that I’d never meet a bloke willing to take me on.
I remember my friends trying to come up with the best story to explain how I’d got the scar right across my throat (I had a full neck dissection).
The best one was that I’d been attacked by a shark in Australia and I’d managed to free myself to tell the tale!
Four years on I have the all clear, a new husband and a new Butterfly baby! The story must have worked!