So of course I stopped training and started to really look into things.

"I told her something wasn't right"

I remember this one day I burst into tears and called, my mum and told her something wasn’t right, she told me to go and see our GP, but it was a Sunday and I knew they were closed. Of course I went anyway, and started to cry and luckily for me that worked, I got to see the doctor that was on that day.

The next thing I know she order me to go and have some test and the earliest I could get in was Christmas Eve. So took myself of to a hospital and had all these ultrasounds done, where the results came back and I had a tumour in my tummy.

"I spent new years eve in hospital"

I had a 3kg tumour cut out of my tummy, from my right ovary (children are my life that all I've done for work for the last 6 years) so you could image my reaction when told they still might have to take out my other ovary.

Thankfully they didn't have to take it, and my surgeon says its going well and strong, I didn’t have to have chemo, but the emotional toll or damage had been done.  I started a long line of all the women in my family from now on that would need to get tested.

I was lucky I caught early and was told I would be ok. The emotional toll I saw it take on my mum and dad, brother and sister was the hardest thing for me.

"I knew I would be OK; it was them I was worried about."

I still have to have check ups and I will never be in the clear…. there is always a chance it could come back. There is no cure for ovarian cancer, there is just ways to deal with it, that's why I will never be in the clear. No blood test, no pee test, none of them show any signs of ovarian cancer.

I have been given the "as clear as possible" for now, and I hope to one day have a family.

I hope my story has helped some of you out there. This is just the half of it. But it will do for now.