The bestie who's been exactly where you are.

In 2024 I found a lump in the shower and waited two months before I went. Those eight weeks are the only part of my story I’d take back.

The diagnosis was triple-positive breast cancer, stage 2. I got it in a country that isn’t mine, in a language that isn’t my first, with my family thousands of kilometres away. Then came the full program: surgery, eight rounds of chemo, twenty-five sessions of radiotherapy and, a year later, a double mastectomy with reconstruction. Alongside the conventional treatment I used every integrative tool I could find, from nutrition and supplements to movement, sauna and red light. I wanted to do everything, not just what was prescribed.

Everything after those eight weeks, I did on my own terms. I had one rule: I would never look sick. So I worked, I trained, I kept 60% of my hair, and I never fell down the Google hole.

I was cancer-free in under a year. My scans are clean, and I’m happy in my body. I don’t call myself a survivor or a fighter. I went through something hard, handled it my way, and got on with my life.

Breastie Bestie is what I wish I’d had on day one. Not a guru. Not a doctor. Someone who’s been exactly where you are and will tell you the truth about it: what chemo really feels like, what to ask your oncologist, what helped me and what didn’t. Your care team handles the appointments. I’m here for everything that happens between them.