02/02/2026
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Sue Higgins had noticed several changes in the months before she was diagnosed with breast cancer in late 2024. “I had noticed a change in my ni**le on my right breast,” says Sue, who was 51 at the time.
“I had a bit of an itch. But you get told it’s menopause, perimenopause.”
Her bras were not fitting correctly. “I’d spent a fortune on bras to get fitted,” she adds. She was also “exceptionally tired”, something she put down to a busy life.
“Busy house, busy work. I have a grandson and he has additional needs. So there’s a lot going on,” adds Sue, a community development worker who works primarily with older people.
She visited her GP in October 2024 , and like Sue, he was unable to find a lump, but told her she was symptomatic, and he was going to refer her to St. James’s Hospital.
Sue, who lives in Newbridge, travelled to Dublin with her husband Chris for a mammogram appointment in early November that year. At this point, she was told to stop taking HRT. “Obviously I just went, yep, fine, (but I was) raging,” Sue says with a slight smile. She was then told she would need to come back in for an ultrasound and biopsy.
In late November, 2024, Sue received the results, she had invasive ductal carcinoma breast cancer.
“I was like, what? Like, real cancer? I can’t even explain that moment.
She describes the manner in which a cancer diagnosis can strip a person of their sense of identity outside of the disease.
“Basically, you become a cancer patient. And at the same time, you’re very aware that that’s not all who you are. It’s so strange. I’ve just kind of recently started going “I am not the cancer”. That was there and might come back, might not come back. I am Sue, I’m mum, I’m nana, I’m my mother and father’s daughter, and my sister’s sister. We don’t just have to talk about cancer.”