When I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer, it absolutely shattered my self-confidence. Until that moment I had a prominent career with a normal, vibrant social and personal life.
The knowledge that I had breast cancer completely affected everything. I found I couldn’t do my job, which involved a lot of public speaking. (read more …)
I was diagnosed in March 2016 and I can’t thank my Breast Care Nurse enough (Kerry at the Royal Melbourne) who advised me to connect with Think Pink from the very start.
I was welcomed by Andrea with warmth and support from that very first day when I appeared in the Think Pink Central Office in St Kilda Road, and started off by joining in a wonderful walk in the Park. (read more …)
I was introduced to The Living Centre when I did one of their “Days of Indulgence”. This was prior to my chemo commencing.
I remember checking out the wig library, just in case I needed it. But then going back to The Living Centre when I was bald was really hard. (read more …)
Already on a path of self discovery and well versed at seeking out support as I needed it I was overwhelmed by the love and resources available to me through Think Pink.
Having endured the usual suspects of surgery, chemotherapy and radiation, and lost all of my hair in the process, I attended one of the Day’s of Indulgence. What a gift it was to be pampered in that way at a time I was at my most vulnerable. (read more …)
My world fell apart after my diagnosis. Being told you have cancer at the age of 62 was life changing.
That first week was such a blur with GP appointment, Breast Surgeon appointment, biopsy, Oncologist appointment, full body CT and bone scan and starting chemotherapy all in the space of 7 days. (read more …)
I was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 24. I heard about the Living Centre on the radio, and that its focus was on wellness, not illness and I thought, “That sounds like something for me, it’s really positive.”
You can receive a massage, get your make-up done or check out the wig salon. Even these small things, (read more …)
t really began on January 1 when the bushfires ravaged Mallacoota. Our old caravan which was in storage was unfortunately burnt. We (my husband and I) had gone to Mallacoota for probably 25 years or more. (read more …)
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