Until 4 years ago I led the fairly normal (hectic) and stressful life as a commercial property solicitor and partner at a Manchester law firm.

In August 2010 aged 36, I became pregnant with my first baby. My husband John and I were delighted.

In March 2011 at 31 weeks pregnant my world fell apart when I was told that I had pagets disease, nipple cancer, and extensive DCIS which is the first stage of breast cancer. I was told that pagets was incredibly rare in a woman of my age.

Just three weeks later at 34 weeks pregnant I had a full mastectomy. Me and my baby went to sleep and woke up together.

It felt like I was without a doubt the most uncomfortable pregnant woman ever with 4 drains, hundreds of stitches and a rapidly growing bump.

Eight weeks later, on the 30^th May, I gave birth to a very late and very big 9lb 1oz baby boy named James John who was immediately nick-named Jay Jay.

I returned to work within a matter of weeks and then when Jay Jay reached one I felt that I was missing so much and I gave up work. It was an incredibly difficult decision to make but I would one day realise it would be the best decision of my life.

We had the most magical two years and my life was unrecognisable; I got to be a normal mum.

I also became a trustee of mummy’s star. I had felt isolated when I was diagnosed and I knew that there was no support for women diagnosed with cancer when pregnant. I am honoured to be part of a charity that’s trying to change that.

Then in late 2013 we decided to try for just one more baby after being reassured that there was no link between the pregnancy and cancer.

I was elated to discover I was pregnant on Christmas Eve 2013 but was troubled all over Christmas with a cough. Many visits to the GP followed where I was assured that it was nothing to worry about and then devastatingly at 13 weeks we lost the baby.

It was only 3 days later that an x-ray showed shadows on my lungs which we would subsequently be told were secondary invasive breast cancer which is incurable.

I have just finished six gruelling months of chemotherapy. The latest scans show that the cancer has spread to my bones and so I am now about to start another course of chemotherapy.

I don't know what the future holds but I know that in the past the prognosis for women in my position has been very bleak, but I’m hoping that with the advances that have been made, and the drugs that I am receiving, I can for once be the fortunate one in a million that lives for many years. After all, I have the best incentive, my Jay Jay, I gave up work to watch him grow up I don’t intend on missing it without a bloody good fight xx.