As a child, I knew that my paternal grandmother had died of cancer at quite a young age and then as I was growing up we devastatingly lost two of my Dad’s sisters to breast and ovarian cancer. At the time and for many years I just considered it a tragedy, a sad and cruel fate. However, as time elapsed the question of the BRCA1 defective cancer gene rose to the surface - to have lost all these beautiful people to particular cancer at such a young age began to ring alarm bells. As a wider family, we were referred to the family history unit at the Nightingale Centre. After several conversations took place it was decided that Dad (mine and Laura’s) would go for the gene test to see if was carrying the BRCA1 gene, this was in May 2015, Dad’s result was positive. This propelled me and Laura from a 1 in 4 chance of carrying the gene to a 1 in 2 chance- our screening was increased to reflect this. For me, I had my family, three beautiful girls, so in the December of 2015 I decided to go for