
01/08/2025
At just 30 years old, my sister found a massive lump in her breast.
She was sent home with antibiotics. Not once, but twice. It wasn’t until after the second round that someone finally took her seriously. That’s when we got the news: breast cancer.
Our lives flipped upside down. But we stayed positive. So many women get diagnosed and go on to thrive. She would be one of them.
She faced it all! Chemotherapy that stole her hair, a mastectomy, radiotherapy, and the “radiotherapy tattoos” that marked her skin forever. It was brutal, but she made it through. Her markers came back clear. She was cancer free.
And then: joy. She found out she was pregnant. Life was finally going to begin again. This was just a bump in the road.
Six weeks after giving birth, I visited her in the Netherlands. I soaked up all the cuddles with my brand-new nephew. The night before I flew back to Australia, we had dinner at her house. She mentioned liver pain, a fear creeping back in. I told her not to worry until we knew more.
But it came back. Fast and furious.
Her belly swelled with fluid. Litres were drained daily. She couldn’t hold her baby. We feared the worst. Cancer had spread to her liver.
But Sandra was a fighter. She changed her diet, took every supplement that might help, and continued chemo and immunotherapy. Slowly, she came back. She started exercising. She even ran to raise money for cancer. You wouldn’t believe she was a cancer patient.
She was doing well. Blood markers were good again. She was living a full life, until three years later.
She caught COVID. The headache never went away. It was “probably long COVID". She did a scan just to make sure. Apparently the immunotherapy doesn't go through the blood brain barrier. The only spot for her cancer to spread was her brain. Multiple tumours in her brain.
I was pregnant with my son. I flew to the Netherlands the same week we found out. It changed everything. I was there for her brain surgery, something I’ll always be grateful for.
But nothing worked this time. They avoided brain radiotherapy for as long as possible due to her young age. But when they finally went ahead, we knew how bad it was. And it still didn’t work.
She started having seizures.
Watching her fade was the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. She had been a go-getter, a mother, a runner, a survivor. Cancer stripped her down to someone unrecognisable. And then it took her.
I miss my sister every single day.
The pain of losing her is a weight I carry forever.
So please.
Donate. Support the fight.
Do it in memory of Sandra.
This August, I am taking part in Step Up to Breast Cancer to raise vital funds for breast cancer research. Please support me!