I had breast cancer in 2018 and had the works - chemo, mastectomy and radio added to which I've been on various drugs since then to try and keep it away. I had Herceptin, which unfortunately caused heart failure, but I've been managing with that without too many problems.
Fast forward to now and I've found out a week ago that the cancer has returned and spread to my pericardium. I don't yet know if it's spread anywhere else, but I do know that metastatic breast cancer is incurable and that it's now a question of when, not if it's going to kill me and how long treatment can keep it at bay.
I have a lovely husband and two boys, aged 9 and 12. I am devastated to think I won't live to see them grow up - I may get a few years, or I may not even see my youngest start secondary school. Options, exams, driving tests, girl (or boy) friends etc etc etc. Their dad is great, but he'll be grieving too and I worry how he'll cope.
I'm scared for myself that I may die a lingering, painful death, but also horrified to think that they'll have to witness it.
We haven't told the boys yet, we're waiting until we have more info from oncology about treatments etc, but I look at them knowing I'm about to tear their worlds apart. I just want this not to be true.