It's been three years since I had a breast cancer diagnosis (all good now). I'm a gym-goer and it struck me today how differently people treat you when you're weak. I returned to the gym after I finished my chemo and radio, my hair was just starting to grow back and I remember two really horrible experiences with women there.
I saw them both today and they clearly didn't remember me from two years ago, they were both smiley and friendly. Funny how long blonde hair makes you a different person 🤬