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Published: 17:06 EDT, 9 May 2021 | Updated: 17:08 EDT, 9 May 2021
A clear April day, pre-Covid, and I find myself among a throng of runners halfway round the Brighton Marathon 10k. It is not going well. My feet are heavy and my lungs tight. Breathless, I grind to a halt and runner after runner starts to overtake me.
What the hell am I doing? This is just too hard. I scoop off my baseball cap and feel the merciful breeze on my bald head and the pulse in my puffy red cheeks. The fact is I’m full of chemo drugs. I should be resting, not doing this stupid race. I want to collapse on the floor and cry.
The worst of it is that I am going to let people down. If I stop now, I will disappoint my new friends — the ladies in the Cancer Running Club who have kept me sane and even cheerful throughout some of the worst months of my life.
I had never expected to meet any of them, of course, still less that they would become so hugely important to me.
It was in December 2016 that I received a letter inviting me for a voluntary mammogram as part of a pilot scheme to test women under 50.
I was 47, happily married, with three beautiful daughters, living by the sea and loving my life as an author, and I almost didn’t go to the appointment. I was frazzled, with a vast pre-Christmas to-do list, and a mammogram seemed like the last thing I had time for.
Josie LLoyd (pictured) was diagnosed with grade two lobular breast cancer in 2016. The author, then 47, joined the Cancer Running Club to help ‘keep her sane’
Except — there was something niggling at the back of my mind. Earlier that year, I had noticed a tiny dimple at the bottom of my left breast. I had been to the doctor about it but he had said there was nothing to worry about. The mammogram would set my mind at rest, I told myself.
The nurse at the clinic didn’t reassure me but she couched her concern in gentle terms. I was likely to be called back because of that dimple, she said, but in nine out of ten cases it was absolutely fine. I was to go away and enjoy Christmas.
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