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How breast cancer and grief spurred me on to do crazy AF things
I was also looking after my own mum, who had returning, mega-aggressive and terminal Non Hodgkins lymphoma. We’d moved next
Life was stressful but I had no idea of the freight train that was steaming uncontrollably towards me. That I was about to find a lump in my breast. I was 38. That it was going to be aggressive and had spread to my lymph nodes. That I was about to face 18 months of chemotherapy, herceptin, a
I was so shocked after my diagnosis that I couldn’t even face a stiff brandy. Those dark, dark days were filled with thoughts of death, of planning my kids future without me, of thinking about my husband in the aftermath. Deciding which people I wanted to line up to help him. I stress-checked the NHS “stats” to look at how likely it was to return (likely) or the treatment not to work. In short I was only a step away from planning my own funeral.
I thought I’d hit my low point
I remember feeling
Losing my s**t is an understatement.
The night my beautiful mum died was painful and traumatic and I still haven’t processed that part, but after being awake all night with her taking her last breaths came the stark realisation I had to go straight from the hospice
It was then that my husband said: “when this is all over, let’s move abroad for a bit. Let’s get some sunshine, let’s heal, and let’s do some bucket list stuff.”
I always knew he was the one for me but this pretty much cemented ALL my reasons for marrying him.
So, the week after my chemotherapy finished we literally packed up the kids and left our house, our business, our friends, school life and decamped to Barcelona. My husband had never been to Barcelona but I had good friends there. A life-affirming city of
We rented a big house with a pool in the hills outside the city, we bought a bright yellow campervan and embarked on the family experience of a lifetime.
Our kids loved school there. The playground looked over the Meditteranean. We made AMAZING friends. We travelled Spain and a lot of Southern Europe in our van. We camped wild on the surfing beaches of beautiful Galicia, jumped into crystal waters in Croatia, spent weekends in the Pyrenees, explored almost all of Catalonia, skied, sailed, hiked, swam, danced and
I hope my kids will never forgot what we did together. Travelled to 17 countries in two years, slept under the stars, danced around campsites, had loads of 8 hour Catalan lunches with their friends, learned to speak Spanish and Catalan, lived in our van for a total of 6 months, after-school on the beach, chiringuito Sunday’s, skiing Saturday’s, all the fiestas and fireworks and so much more.
If my cancer returns, the only positive will be all these memories that we made. Etched in our hearts and minds whatever the future brings.
And I
After two-and-a-half years I knew I was ready.
Ready to come home.
As much as we loved our time there, there were big family reasons to come home. But I knew I had to do something amazing if I was going to settle back into our life in York.
We spent three months travelling in our van back from Barcelona and it was there that I mapped
I just knew my future was in coaching creative women and travelling at the same time. I wanted to work for people, not businesses. I wanted to create content and coach people to do amazing things, to create a lifestyle business that fitted around their needs and gave back to. I called it Palm Creative
Although I would rather have my mum, I have to be grateful for what all those sh**ty life situations gave me in life lessons and motivation.
I’m writing this for the person who is going through hard times to offer a touch of hope. Dark days can turn to light.
I made my own lemonade. So can you.
Love Ruth xo
PS: This is my first article
PPS: We called our campervan Annie, after my mum. I’m over on the gram as @ruthie_hoskins_ and our van @anniethevan