Sylvia Crossett, 55, Plymouth
Relief flooded over me as the nurse smiled and told me to put my shirt back on. ‘It’s just hormonal,’ she reassured.
A week earlier, in April 2014, I’d found a small lump in my right breast. About the size of a 10p piece.
I’d been terrified it was cancer. Thoughts of dying, leaving behind my husband Neil, 55, and two children, Emma, 29, and David, 26, had filled my mind.
Not to mention my three precious grandchildren, Ellie, 10, Mason, 4, and Teddy, 3.
But now, the nurse had assured me nothing was wrong.
That night, I put on a figure-hugging black dress, did my hair and make-up, and Neil and I headed out to celebrate.
In January 2015, I had a routine mammogram, didn’t…
