Sitting on the couch with my two sisters, Louise, 25, and Jessica, 17, I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
It was early 2015, and my mum, Stephanie, 54, had called us over to her house.
I’d left my two girls, Lilly, 4, and Indie, 1, with my partner Lloyd, on my mum’s instruction.
And it was obvious from the look on her face when we arrived that something was very wrong.
‘I’ve been to the doctor and they’ve found something,’ Mum said, ‘Not again!’ I cried.
Mum had already beaten breast cancer twice and had had a double mastectomy.
‘I haven’t got cancer again,’ Mum reassured us. ‘But they’ve found a gene mutation called BRCA2.’
She explained the gene increases the chances of getting breast…
