Tanita’s Story
Diagnosed at just 34, she shares her journey from everyday life to navigating breast cancer treatments, being a young mother of 3
In December 2024, a swollen lymph node in my armpit appeared. Neither I nor my GP were too worried. She checked my breast, no obvious changes and I went home with antibiotics. But in the New Year, that same lymph node flared up again. Painful. Persistent. Life as a busy mum meant I saw different GPs whenever I could fit it in.
By April, I noticed an ache in my breast. No lump I could feel, just a sense that something wasn’t right. My original GP listened, examined me, and ordered an ultrasound. That’s when everything changed.
They found two lumps in my left breast, and the lymph node looked suspicious. I saw it in their faces before they said anything. I was booked in for urgent biopsies the next day—and I cried right there in the room.
The bruising. The swelling. The wait. The 5 days between biopsies and results felt like the longest of my life.
And then came the diagnosis – Breast Cancer.
- Invasive Ductal Carcinoma
- Grade 3 (aggressive & fast-growing)
- Hormone positive (ER/PR+), HER2+ (Triple Positive)
- Hormone positive (ER/PR+), HER2-
- Confirmed spread to lymph node in my left armpit
One minute I was an active and healthy 34 year old, working, doing school drop-offs and planning playdates.
The next, I was deep in a world of tests and appointments: ultrasounds, mammograms, biopsies, PET/CT, MRIs, endless blood tests, and even a visit to the ED. Life shifted fast.
A new challenge to tackle. A new chapter I never saw coming—but one I’m facing head-on.
Amidst the whirlwind, we landed with an incredible medical team—calm, compassionate, and supportive. I was connected with a breast care nurse who gave me all the practical advice. I donated my hair, ordered scarves, and braced myself for what was ahead.
And then something beautiful happened: my family and community wrapped us in support. Meals delivered, kids cared for, yard cleaned, house chores (our washing has never been so up to date!), cards, flowers, messages, and so much love. This kindness has been a light in the hardest moments. 8 days after my diagnosis I had surgery to insert an infusaport and chemo started that same day.
The plan
- 16 rounds of chemotherapy
- Double mastectomy with immediate reconstruction
- Hormone therapy
How it’s going
I’ve now had 4 months of chemo (3 more rounds to go!). It has been tough physically – full-body aches, exhaustion, and the constant balancing act of rest vs. pushing through. Most of my energy goes into keeping life as normal as possible for my kids.
Some days, it’s been hard to get out the door. I don’t always feel like myself. Some days feel “normal.” Others feel impossible. There have been tears and there are laughs. Denial, hope, fear, and courage—often all in the same day. But I keep showing up, with help and love, with support and encouragement. Slowly but surely. Each week is a milestone and an achievement I tick off.
Looking ahead feels daunting. Surgery is the next major step in my treatment, and the thought of years of hormone therapy ahead can feel overwhelming. But I have deep confidence in my medical team, they’ve been incredible. Their support and guidance have made a world of difference.
What’s helped me so far
- My husband and kids – Their devotion, honesty, and unwavering love have been my foundation.
- Family, friends, and community – I’ve been wrapped in generous, practical support from so many people, in ways I never expected. Showing up when I needed it most, it’s all been so heartening. I’ve truly felt held and uplifted by the people around me.
- Exercise – Staying active has been a lifeline. I was physically active before my diagnosis and have managed to keep it up throughout chemotherapy. Some days it’s just a short walk or gentle stretch. On better days, I ride the kids to school, do Pilates, or keep up with some weight training. Moving my body has helped me feel like me.
- Raising awareness – It’s become something I’m passionate about. I’m especially proud to be supporting Paddle for a Purpose at Leighton Beach. As a Fremantle Surf Life Saving member, this year’s event holds an extra special meaning.
My Advice
The early days of diagnosis and treatment can feel incredibly lonely, frightening, and overwhelming. Be honest with those around you about how you’re feeling. Let people help you (something I’m still learning to do myself). Know that it’s okay to admit how tough it is. You don’t have to be strong all the time, even strong hearts need a soft place to land. You are not alone.
A friend reminded me that each new day brings a new sunrise, that even in darkness, light will find a way through. So, even on stormy days, I try to look for the light and hold onto hope.
Above all, I’ve learned the importance of listening to your body. Trust your instincts and check your breasts. You know yourself best.
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