Nudging my husband Tony, then 64, playfully in the chest, I frowned.
It was January 2011 and we were relaxing on the sofa, watching a game show on the TV.
But as I went to give Tony a bit of a cuddle, I felt a lump.
It was small, just slightly bigger than a pea, on his right side.
‘What’s that?’ I asked him, concerned.
‘Oh, it’s nothing,’ Tony replied.
But I was worried.
‘How long has it been there?’ I asked.
Tony admitted that he’d noticed the lump a few months back, in August 2010.
We’d been on a safari holiday in Namibia when he’d felt some soreness in his right nipple.
But we’d spent most of our time bouncing around on dirt roads. So, he’d put it down…