Breast Cancer to Race Driver

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… As Mick and I walked in the front door of the chemotherapy lounge for the very first time, I was like a new kid at school. I stopped and took in my new surroundings. The sounds, sights and smells.
… A lady bounded through the door we’d just entered, wearing a huge smile, the brightest pink wig I’ve ever seen, and carrying a massive tray of cupcakes with bright pink icing. Her hubby followed just behind her with arms full of gift bags and balloons covered in bright pink ribbon.