I was 51 and a divorced parent of three, aged 16, 19 and 21 when my (first) mammogram identified a tumour. The youngest was preparing to sit GCSEs in a few weeks, middle one had left college the previous year and was working in advance of starting an apprenticeship, had a motorcycle, the eldest was working full time and had a car. We lived in a rural location and also had dogs, cats and ponies to care for.
I had a mastectomy and immediate own-tissue reconstruction, so significant abdominal surgery, 10 days in hospital and six weeks of no driving, then 7 months of chemotherapy intravenously every three weeks, followed by three weeks of daily radiotherapy and five years of hormone therapy.
My ex-husband lived 20 miles away but stepped up to help with lifts, shopping or whatever. I stocked up with food for family and animals but the eldest was able to get shopping too. I was, and still am, proud and thankful that they kept the home running while I wasn’t able to.
I had nearly a year off work and I really did not want to talk about it face to face with anyone, but I found the anonymous forum on the Breast Cancer Care website invaluable for sharing everything from practical advice to emotional concerns. There are probably apps to access them now, this was before I had a smartphone.
I had very effective anti-sickness medication and didn’t really find chemotherapy too difficult, other than being incredibly tired. I was able to use the cold-cap and although my hair thinned I didn’t lose it.
There are some really great books that I found very helpful too.
It’s doable. It’s a club nobody wants to join but now I just see it as an experience that presented some unexpected challenges. I think I am lucky.
I wish your daughter the very best.