It's just coming up to the 4th anniversary of my diagnosis, 27 May. There are some days in life we don't forget. I'd felt stabbing hot needle pains in my breast and at 43 had never been for a mammgram. Dr said just the change of life - what change - I matured at 10 and hadn't missed a beat! many weeks later to get into the imaging clinic. 2 months down the track from when I'd discovered the "lump" and 24 hours after a FNB the head of the practice rang with the news to which I firmly replied they must have the wrong person. As head administrator for a Federal government agency I duly completed the day's work, headed home and to fling my arms around the dog's neck and howled. My hubby was away overseas on business and no family nearby. Fair to say after the removal of a 3cm+ grade 3 tumour, 38 lymphnodes and both breasts, I'm flat chested but still here. As solace, I bought myself my longed for house in the country and commute every second weekend. I do far too much but just can't let a moment go to waste. My hubby frowns every so often but secretly I think (hope!) he's proud that I've managed to get through all this intact. I've just been to my grandmother's 100th birday at which her most treasured present was a pink g-string - yes, she still wears them!! I truly hope I have longevity on my side to do all I want to do in life. I've read many of your stories and want to say to those recently diagnosed or undergoing chemo, take heart, don't sweat the small stuff and be true to yourself. Stay well.