I found a small lump above my breast when I stopped breastfeeding my youngest in June 2015. I was 42. I was informed that the lump had traces of cancer cells and 13 of my lymph nodes in my armpit had to be removed. My world crashed, I was flung into despair and I was inconsolable for days.

My father was actually ill during that time I was diagnosed and we decided not to tell him about my cancer so as to not make him sad. He passed away after my first session of chemotherapy... The sadness I felt losing him was harder than the chemotherapy itself.

It took an entire village to get back on my feet and I am eternally grateful to them. My husband, trainer and mum cheered me on, my good friends would do school runs for me so that I could rest and my beautiful kids would hug and kiss me often.

"What you think of yourself is much more important than what other people think about you, so strive to be the best version of yourself!"