When I was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 29, I feared for my life.

No one close to me had been affected by cancer so I thought getting diagnosed was a death sentence. Six years on, I know this is not true because I’m still alive and still NED, short for no evidence of disease.

But back then, when my doctor broke the news that the lump in my left breast was not benign but cancer, those first few nights terrorized me. I was petrified.