Hello, good afternoon my name is Liz and I have breast cancer……… I am 27 years old, nice house, good job, cute pets and a awesome partner.  Today is the 16th of August 2010, and its two weeks till our hens/stags/mikes birthday parties, 0ne month till our wedding, and seven weeks till our honeymoon.  But at 11.15 am today, that all changed.  The sun fell down and the sky went black, I have been told I have breast cancer (yes yes ok I think to myself, and fuk it what about money, what about our wedding, shit what about everything) and then im told I need a Mastectomy (ok I think fine, there not big its fine) and then the kicker, Chemotherapy.  Really, are you fuking kidding me, my god dam hair, take my boobs, but my hair, fuk sake come on.  Ohh and the treatment can make you put on weight.  Great just great (the biggest demon in my life, so I thought, and now this).

I have now come to the conclusion that im going to look like a middle age man FAT AND BALD only I wont have man boobs, hey I wont have boobs at all, well you know.  But anyway all I can think is how I have fuked everything up and that poor mike has been tricked in to having this, some would say pretty girlfriend, who is rotting from the inside (I also have endometriosis, but that’s another story) we spend the day telling people, some more helpful than others.  And I go in to spin mode trying to find out how sick I am, and what can I do.  Thank you mister internet.  And I also try and figure out our money, before this we brought and did whatever we wanted (to a point) and we were looking at a new car, and paying for our wedding/honeymoon….

that night I am up till 3am looking up stuff on the net.