Despite really knowing I have breast cancer, as 4 o'clock approaches, I'm hit by waves of terror. You know that terrified electric jolt you get when you trip and just miss taking a really hard, dangerous fall? Even the finest hairs in the tender undersides of your arms stand at rigid attention for that tiny nano-second.
Imagine that feeling lasting for minutes at the same intensity.
Those were the waves that swept up on me as I sat at Newcastle beach watching my children play.
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