I hope...
I hope to see the day when secondary breast cancer is treated as a chronic illness instead of a terminal one. A day when patients don’t have to push and fight for access to life-prolonging drugs. An efficient and humane system that doesn’t force patients to explain the value of an extra day with their loved ones. Cancer survival rates in the UK are among the lowest of developed countries and most days I can see why. It’s frightening as a mother of a 13 year-old daughter. Longer waits and less funding. The only way to live with terminal cancer is to be hopeful. Hopeful that, as one drug stops working and the cancer starts growing, another drug is approved and I can live a little while longer.
