Seven years ago I finished chemotherapy for breast cancer. I waited for my hair to grow back, waited some more and then some.

To my horror and disbelief I realised I was waiting in vain. I spent the next 7 years trying to discover the truth, why my world had been turned upside down. Actually not only my life but that of my family too. I finally discovered I have become part of a dirty little secret of the drug Taxotere.

By now I was desperate for closure on this nightmare so I wrote a memoir. Last week I said to my hubby "maybe it happened to me for a reason: because I would see the journey through to get the word out to warn others."

I need to find some good out of all this!