Dianna’s Story

Two months into our first COVID lockdown, amidst the chaos of our upturned world, I received a life-altering phone call: a diagnosis of metastatic breast cancer. While my husband was cooking dinner and the kids were occupied nearby with remote learning and their usual sibling antics, I felt as though the ground had vanished beneath me, leaving me with nowhere to go and no place to hide. The isolation was beyond words.

I was swiftly connected with medical specialists—an osteo surgeon, an oncologist, and a radiation oncologist. Yet, amidst the whirlwind of appointments and treatments, there was a glaring absence of support for my mental well-being. No counselling was offered, and I found myself navigating this journey alone.

It wasn't until two years later, during another round of radiation treatment, that I found a lifeline. A simple questionnaire led to a call from Cancer Victoria and a referral to Thursday Girls—a sanctuary I desperately needed. Finally, I found a place where I could openly share my fears, laughter, and unfiltered thoughts without fear of judgement or the need to protect others.

One of my greatest struggles has been being candid with those closest to me. Fearing the burden of worrying them or being seen as a cause for concern. But with Thursday Girls, I discovered a newfound freedom to simply be myself.

I am forever grateful for stumbling upon Thursday Girls—a haven where I can authentically exist, without burden.